Sombre - a record player whistles
With a self-hated chorus written in epistles.
If thou eyes hath witnessed bloodshed
Then a light upon the moon's now dead.
If thou hath witnessed a hungry child - young or old
And walked them across thy eyes - Then thou shall die with no soul.
Nothing can ever be scarier
Than looking into the soul of that mirror.
An apocalypse was a prophecy foretold
It walks upon this land - This darkness inside evolved.
For if you are swallowed by the song of the record player
My friend take the Devil's hand - ‘Cause you now dance with him forever.
Fantastic dance we experience through poet's eye. Excellent the challenge of mankind put by limited words with the help of myth.... An apocalypse was a prophecy foretold / It walks upon this land - This darkness inside evolved............. Universal the utterance........................................................................Pranab k c............10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very moving poem, Theo!