Hymn #666 in Your Missalette
by V. Blake
god and worm, lord and slave
heart to heart and grave to grave
the words they wrote upon the wall
await their chance to misbehave
as one by one they slither out
into the shadow of the doubt
that life or love will soon recall
the things they wrote those words about.
while just beyond that verbal crawl
a final sun begins to fall
further down upon the brave
who weep in fear of midnight's call
until the few that yet remain
beneath their sky of blood and pain
seek a method to deprave
souls they tried to save in vain.
Author's Note: To Rachel Bennett: I wrote this poem on January 1st, but neglected to post it until now. Poemuary is still on. :)
Posted on 01/02/2010
Copyright © 2023 V. Blake
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Nanette Bellman on 01/02/10 at 07:15 PM|
Loving your dark side and the title is just clever.
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 01/02/10 at 09:57 PM|
...like the George carlin humor, 'it's light, it's dark, it's light, it's dark...you continue to impress me w/ your quill. you sum crazy, a place i like to be.
|Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 01/05/10 at 02:25 AM|
When is your book coming? You are one of a kind!