A Cursed Poet

engulfed by flames of wrath,

he swirled around, igniting

the entire darken path,

inky words spilled, writing

.

the pitiable heart’s hollow pain,

immeasurable as perpetual night,

and ruptured, the day light slain,

against the dispersed body’s might,

.

it was just the beginning,

of his eroding soul, and existence,

the sirens whilst singing,

calling, desiring for his penance,

.

which would claim, who he was,

a king, passionate and grim,

left with the marks, of the paws,

of the evil, that had bequeathed him,

.

a task of seven pebbles, the sins,

he had to conquer, and control,

engraving in his dark skin,

the spell of the ancient scrolls,

.

he yearned, for a safe escape,

to the regime of his still life,

away from the dark shapes,

of his demons of strife,

.

there was no way out,

but through the way in hell,

no longer any time for doubt,

he bend to his will’s shell,

.

shielding him, for the nature

favored for his survival,

as he passed through the gates,

bringing as a result, a revival,

.

of his blessings, against the curse,

he was determined to bring down,

by the power, of his virulent verse,

reclaiming his soul, and heart, his crown

 

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1. MindLoveMisery’s Prompt: Curse

2. Sunday Whirl

3. Poetry Pantry

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30 thoughts on “A Cursed Poet

  1. Your deliver is impeccable. Rhythm, rhyme, each stanza as potent as the one before and, in whole, a word with strength.

    And for some reason Bob Marley’s “Redemption Son” just popped into my head. Kind of gives me that feeling.

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  2. HA, sometimes it does indeed seem that there is no way out except through hell. But hopefully, on the other side of hell there is something better!

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  3. This is great HA! One that surpassed all else. He came strolling in but eventually with quick steps he moved on ‘reclaiming his soul, and heart, his crown’ Brilliant shot!

    Hank

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  4. The demons of death before life has ended? A resolve not to die with that face still in control? This is a poignant and disturbing writing beautifully and powerfully rendered!

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  5. engraving in his dark skin,

    the spell of the ancient scrolls,

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    Holy! wow! You’ve created a death perspective in the eyes of a poet like yourself, and with a uniquely version of how mankind interprets death in so many ways.

    Beautifully dark, wonderful structure of your formatting in writing.
    You’ve executed this poet with a huge amount of excellence and a huge respect to your work my friend. 🙂

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