At the dawn of man`s becoming
Spun a web of dark deceit
So to seize his soul forever
Clothed in envy and conceit
In the darkness moves the shadow
Like a veil of ebony
Clouding all the sleeping senses
Tracing out each destiny
Deep into his core it burrows
`Til he bleeds a stream of tears
Stealing his tranquillity, and
Sowing there his hidden fears
As a cloud of starlings flying
`Cross the sky to shroud the sun
So the mind eclipsed by sorrow -
Man`s destruction has begun
In the darkness moves the shadow
There with heart as black as coal
Night obscures the fading dawn, with
Dereliction of the soul
The poem flows like the shadow, with gentle rhyme and sinister meaning. Great work.
This is what I call poetry! How beautifully written, the rhyme, the meter. The words just flow from one concept, thought, description, to another while maintaining perfect pitch nad beat. Bravo. Enjoyed it immensely.
There is a dark side to man's nature, often siezed by envy and conceit and in some it is so manifest! Such dark traits will definitely steal away his tranquillity! Beautifully put! !
I enjoyed this very much.By the way, thanks for your kind comments about my stuff.On a similar(though not identical) theme you might like to read my poem..'The Template'. Neil Crawford
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such beaitiful words, excellent piece.