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
If only more people could 'see' the warfare that plays above the earthly head. Well written Valerie! ! Regards...Sharon.
This has a deep, mystical aura all about it. Very well done. I just finished reading a very fine book about C.G. Jung, Jung the Mystic. So this poem goes deep for me. Thank you for writing it Valerie.
A beautiful heartfelt poem Val, mystical in the darkness of the shawow, so well written.
Carl would be proud of what you've done with his work, both Anima and The Shadow, will we see the trilogy complete with Animas? I doubt that Sigmund would agree.....
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.