Krispian Vilipi

Rookie (Manado, Indonesia)

The Evening Is The Devil's Art - Poem by Krispian Vilipi

The evening is the devil's art,
of breaking one's soul and heart.
While the sun turned red,
the sky bleed the way it has bled,
from many years ago,
The day of my birth and woe,
That same day I cried,
For from heaven I was exiled,
to enter this world alone,
From my days in cradle I must run,
Toward the glowing,
Toward the coins and golden things,
Toward the Queen,
Toward the fair maiden of my kin,
To salvage love and pride,
To be great, to be a man to a bride,
To be remembered,
To be Loved,
To be me,
To be.

And in the end of my days, in the night,
where i cringe in fear and doubt, denied,
By the same gloaming of my birth, I am done,
Eyes to eyes with the devil, I must end my run.

The Evening is the Devil's Art,
of breaking my soul and my heart.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 12, 2010

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