As the Sun Rises Higher

by Kakera   Aug 16, 2016


Is it blood or wine
that dyed the holy rivers
crimson through our presence,
and enraged the Moon Fairy
fiercely enough to justify
the descent of judging moonlight?

Are we intoxicated through alcohol
or the soul-devouring darkened bloodlust?

Do we seek the essence of being
in forgotten realms created
by forlorn memories of
that which is now dead,
or do we dance through dreams
praying for providence to guide
our twisted smiles
past the boundaries
that shackle us to
our living hell?

Is there a world left untouched
by the ruin of the Tyrant's love?

Will we ever find our most precious life
in the shadows of the heresies we professed,
beyond the shackles of a decaying world
that binds us to the misery of lost purpose -
have our lives been bitter for so long
that we are destined to dance
within dreams, to the tune of providence
guiding us into endless torment,
with pain screaming within us
louder every morning
as the sun rises higher?

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  • 6 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    This is hauntingly beautiful.

  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    I'm so glad this is on the front page especially as it bit me so violently on the buttocks haha

  • 7 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Kakera,

    well done on this darkest of writes. It drips the frustration of a world where the few try to ruin it for the many.

    Well done on your win.

    Take care,

    Michael

    • 7 years ago

      by Kakera

      Thank you. You nailed the interpretation too, with only one minor mistake - the frustration stems from them succeeding, not just trying. And at the same time, I keep asking myself, asking others: what is my place in all of this chaos?

  • 7 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    I love poems on the dark side and I felt the emotion. Excellent written.

    • 7 years ago

      by Kakera

      Thank you for taking the time to both read and comment. :)

  • 7 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    It bit my bum also! :-)

    • 7 years ago

      by Kakera

      Hahaha, I will have to spank this poem later for being so naughty!

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