Jennie Renee Sparrow
Beyond The Dark - Poem by Jennie Renee Sparrow
When I am alone, he walks with me.
At the dusk I roam, he speaks beyond what my eyes can see.
I hear the voices within my head.
I see my choices upon the undead.
When I hear the dark cry.
I never ask them why.
If it is meant for me to know.
The answers to me he will show.
Desperate upon my knees.
Haunting me, why don't they leave?
From here for I am just a woman.
But they have chosen this mortal human.
Confused within my thoughts.
Seems like they would have forgot.
Taunting me, fighting me for control.
To gain what exists from inside my soul.
Since I was a young child.
They called for me like a wolf in the wild.
Chasing me away from who I truly was.
Leaving me with no one else to trust.
Concealing my memories of the past.
I was the first and I will be the last.
Craving the hunger that I bestow.
Mesmerized by my powers of the undertow.
I am a delicacy in their world.
My soul is the mold once poured.
But the Creator allowed me to be born.
Now the war of all the worlds are torn.
Between what is true and unreal.
No one sees what I know and feel.
I belong to a place I cannot explain.
Seen from the moon, by the sun, of the earth, and within the rain.
Replacing what is left in my memory.
I do my best to open my eyes and see.
There is an uncontrollable force.
That keeps me bound by the curse.
Isee the evil that haunts me.
But it cannot hurt me, I am infamous.
Forceful I am upon the hunted.
In the eyes of my ancestors revisited.
Countless are each of the dark's intentions.
Yet I never sleep upon my own interventions.
Wicked they are in their ways.
But only I have marked such days.
For my glory has not yet to come.
It has my name encrypted in the sun.
I will not be betrayed in the moon's name.
She brings me faith, fortune, and fame.
Celestial skies are answering.
As my mind is remembering.
The times that must be born again.
Believing in it all until the very end!
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