A darker hour awaits her,
much to my delight.
Her temp of fate mistakes her,
but I shall set it right.
For I shall bare a wicked sin,
an evil found within.
And so get lost in visions red,
where all of death begins.
Never found like stones of dark,
or stench of rotten roses.
Awaiting answers of her judgment,
before the door of her life closes.
I must be the one who does the deeds,
none else will take.
She walks and lives in total light,
while a darker hour waits.
Wow there is a real suspense in this one with nothing that feels artificial about it at all.
Death stalking? If you have time please read my RAINBOW IN MOTION HAIKUS.Thank you. A very sinister piece.If you allowed voting I would have given you a ten.
A Darker Hour. Wow what a piece and a great title. This is a great piece.
Another gem of poem Saint! ! A pleasure to read! By the way i didn't know there was a Mrs. Cynosure. Best wishes! ! *10*! ! Friend Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Saint Cynosure I have sinned please forgive me and set me right. for not posting for such a long this is real good. Her temp of fate mistakes her, but I shall set it right. For I shall bare a wicked sin, an evil found within.your PYT