MOVE ME POETRY — A POETRY COMMUNITY LIKE NO OTHER
Zenith Approaches
A killing floor, now barren and still
Both blood and ink leave dark stains
Cast your hollow faith to the four winds
Duplicitous silence circles the night
Evil etches its’ intricate scars
Freshly marked upon your flesh
Grounded feathers gathering
Hearing echoes of hubris
Into the endless void you scream
Jaded and empty the shadows shift
Kneeling on the coils of a dragons’ tail
Lies and truths will unveil themselves
Moonlight a mirror reflecting darkness
Nowhere is now a destination you crave
Open and waiting, a shallow grave
Petals of pain are falling once again
Quietly quivering, your quill awaits
Running through your veins, fear reigns
Stones heavy in the ocean of your heart
The tapestry of time is shredded to threads
Unseen, the gathering whispers low
Verses strangled by venomous vines
Writing in darkness between the lines
X-ray eyes scan the scars of your soul
You do not see my spectral form
Zenith approaches, as ink gives words to silence
© Ann Bagnall
