Craig Margolius

Rookie (1996 - 02 - 21 / Johannesburg Gauteng)

Darkest Hour - Poem by Craig Margolius

There's demons knocking on her door.
Her shadows want to kill some more.
She's now become death's finest slave,
but she's sitting by her lover's grave.

She wishes she could take it back,
but now because her heart turned black
she has no emotion to even care,
just awake at night with no one there.

On her face she has no smile.
She's just waiting for a while.
Until it is death's darkest hour,
so her next victim she can devour.

And now there's blood stained on her hand,
but no longer can she stand.
Her love for him just runs too deep,
so now sh's in forever sleep.


Comments about Darkest Hour by Craig Margolius

  • (2/28/2012 3:14:00 PM)

    this is very well written i just was confused with the message.. did she kill her lover? or what? but other than that keep up the fantastic work[3 (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 7, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 19, 2011


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