Through the darkness, winged beasts fly
Each with eyes and beaks of stone
Feathers sleek, whispers die
Chilling stares that turn to bone.
They come for you when minds do dream
And rest cool wings against your eyes
Bleakness, sadness, miseries stream
Soft and deadly, a harpies cries.
Filling dreams with heavy dread
Catching thoughts and turning black
Till all consuming, hope is dead
wishing for the sunlight back.
Please turn your head from winged beasts
And fill your heart with joys a new
Do not let the deamons feast
On happy times and things you knew.
They hang the curtains at deaths door
Where whispers live and sadness lies
Step away let light explore
A future full of giddy highs.
Do not let the darkness in
For Deaths curtains do hang not frail
Step back enjoy , live life and grin
Do not look through the deathly veil.
YOU ARE READING
Darkly dreaming
SpiritualA collections of poems as and when I write them, updated sporadically. From happiness to love and depression, no real theme just what drifts into my head and out of my pen.
