A Darker Hour Poem by Saint Cynosure

A Darker Hour



A darker hour awaits her,
much to my delight.
Her temp of fate mistakes her,
but I shall set it right.
For I shall bare a wicked sin,
an evil found within.
And so get lost in visions red,
where all of death begins.
Never found like stones of dark,
or stench of rotten roses.
Awaiting answers of her judgment,
before the door of her life closes.
I must be the one who does the deeds,
none else will take.
She walks and lives in total light,
while a darker hour waits.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
*Trusting You* 07 February 2009

Saint Cynosure I have sinned please forgive me and set me right. for not posting for such a long this is real good. Her temp of fate mistakes her, but I shall set it right. For I shall bare a wicked sin, an evil found within.your PYT

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Patti Masterman 27 December 2009

Wow there is a real suspense in this one with nothing that feels artificial about it at all.

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Death stalking? If you have time please read my RAINBOW IN MOTION HAIKUS.Thank you. A very sinister piece.If you allowed voting I would have given you a ten.

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Stacey Watts 17 February 2009

A Darker Hour. Wow what a piece and a great title. This is a great piece.

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Viola Grey 08 February 2009

mischief most wicked...as only you do...nice work

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Thad Wilk 07 February 2009

Another gem of poem Saint! ! A pleasure to read! By the way i didn't know there was a Mrs. Cynosure. Best wishes! ! *10*! ! Friend Thad

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