The Evil Light: (A Nightmare 13/ 8/ 2020) Poem by DM W
The Evil Light: (A Nightmare 13/ 8/ 2020)
The evil light has
Transformed into white heat;
That scorches the earth.
It seems to move so quickly.
The bones of the dead
Are being dug up by wild
Blood thirsty, black beasts.
The stitches of time are now
All torn and broken.
Preachers & prophets &
Poets are choking
On their glorious, golden
Words. The dark angels
Are feeding on innocent flesh.
Things are out of joint.
Life's dreams cannot be redeemed.
Bring it on. For I own a Maglite XL. Great poem Dominic and The Raiders Of The Lost Ark picture of a sinister Angel Of Death adds to it too.10+ and wickedly so. You would give Edgar Allan Poe a run for his dark poetry money.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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1/17/2026 10:02:29 PM # 1.0.0
Thanks Shaun...I thoroughly enjoyed writing this one...and as you say the sinister Angel of Death picture from Raiders of The Lost Ark is ideally suited to the ideas expressed in the poem.