Demon's Tears Poem by Dale Mullock

With magdalenesh thoughts cradled within his arms,
And church bells chiming sabbatical alarms,
A curved caricature weeps with lost love,
Town square suddenly flooded with no clouds above,
Resonate tocsin pealing with creature’s quail,
Welled eyes curse the ground as he swishes his tail,
His celestial love shot down in the sky,
Hands shown supine to the heavens in silent why?
Surely it was not meant to end in such a way?
Felled whilst she aberrated the azure in play!
The glittered iris of her beautiful eye,
Matched the gem of the sky, dual lapis lazuli,
Now that sparkle equalled the tears of demon’s heart,
All good is rung and all reason does depart,
Replaced by molten magma flamed fury,
And all of this world was anathematised by he,
Condemned at the height of once sunny noon,
To forever live in fear under the moon,
The Sun eternally blinded by shrouds,
Of thick plumed, statically charged clouds,
The ashen haze to mark only dusk and dawn,
No more to seek the morn, only to rain, weep and mourn,
As there will be no seraph sent sunshine tomorrow,
Only the thunderous residue of demonic sorrow.