While I was in my teenage years, there were many changes in my moods and preoccupations. I wrote poetry and stories varying from the affectionate and loving to the dark and depressive. While my personality changed as I grew older, I maintained certain fascinations. Two of these are love and death. I have already posted some of the former. This is the latter.
One Night
Twilight
the last light hour
Twas with the last glimpse of light
I looked upon thee
And then upon the knife
lodged inside of me
Dark
the night settles in
I fled to the forest
bleeding among the brush
I listened intently around to
the ominous hush
Midnight
the witching hour
I heard chanting and saw
a light of life
I held onto dear memories
and a blood laden knife
3 AM
the unholy hour
I grew cold after the light
was gently killed
The dread and fear entered
My heart was filled
Dawn
The birth of a new day
And the death of a man
