In the sky hangs a shadow, heavy and wide,
A breathless weight on the winds of time.
Night watches, waiting, as the world lies still,
With trembling hands, atop a fragile hill.
In quiet halls, behind veiled eyes,
The guardians of fire speak in muted sighs.
A power born from the heart of stars,
Rests in their palms like fractured scars.
The earth below quakes beneath their tread,
Its pulse uncertain, its future bled.
What storms could rise from a single thought,
A reckoning with no mercy sought.
This force, untamed, knows no remorse,
A tempest chained by the course of discourse.
Yet how thin the line they walk,
Between wisdom's light and ruin's dark.
The children sleep, but sleep uneasy,
For the sky above feels far too heavy.
A whisper in the cold night air,
Of a world where nothing's left to repair.
And in the silence, the choice remains,
To wield the fire or break its chains.
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Lurk's Compendium of Dark Poetry (LCDP)
PoetryIn this collection of poetry, the veil is torn away, revealing the undercurrents of darkness that run through the human experience. These poems are raw and relentless, exploring the spaces where light fails to reach, and the truths we fear most come...
