of your myth
of your nightmare
I am sustained
by this damp pall
that descends upon me
this season of growing darkness
that wraps ’round
my vile countenance
fevered with your fatigue
twisted with your despair
drawn forth yearly
at this feast of death
I stumble
damaged by your sin
unleashed now
upon a broken world
corrupted by illusion
spoiled by arrogance
a world in chaos
as darkness deepens
this nocturne
I return
with this ruin-riddled
bloody horde
of dying dreams
violated innocence
merciless destruction
of horrific death
of guilt
of shame
and so
I stumble on
bent by the weight of your evil
drowned in drenching sorrow
I slink angry
into this coming night
and
the next night
and
the night that follows
that always follows
captive
of your horrendous nightmare
of unbridled brutality
always your prisoner
in this forlorn world
seeking vengeance
rob kistner © 2019
That last line really cinched it! Great poem, Rob.
Thank you Sara. 🙂
No wonder it’s so dark, this beast carries a lot. Best wishes for a renewal, in hope that it won’t carry so much next year ????
Thank you Astrid
This is deliciously dark and wonderfully portrayed! Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 😀
Thank you Sanaa, it was a fascinating challenge.
Oh this is perfectly dark…the beast carries its black weight through a season where we celebrate it. Great writing!
Thank you Dusie, very much…