I'm a lover without love; dishonest to the honest beautiful without beauty. I am lost, but not alone a victim of guilty minds. erased by the pious faith darkness grasping of light a black knight of dreams. I am your final icy grasp the death rattle of vows a last step from reality, first step in a New Hell.
Lightning flashes crisscross the darkness a brilliance of light; a loudness of thunder lofty dreams are lost in cascades of rain, foreboding clouds and a mysterious sky. Cancelling voice with whispering choices dance to fires under a bubbling cauldron grasping at dares from the Devil's snares Wicca's depart and hooded creatures rise. Impervious of pious entities that so reign let's pray until dawn the Demons be gone and the righteous vow of wanton delirium speak of an echoed parallel dissimilarity. Whilst oblivion reigns with a queried stare pieces of eight drop from birch and spruce the deviant fantasies whirl about and dance umbrellas stop the raindrops of the stratus whilst a grand comet streaks into the sun.
A Cold Crimson Mist
In a mystical graveyard fog; primordial swamps weep the Moon devours icy stars clouded pastel hues adrift. Traversing into the universe; vagabonds of a dark night we desire tomorrow's pain upon a visceral ocular state. A scorpion tail stings the soul; be monarch or anarchist, revolutionary or fallen sovereign all inhale the cold crimson mist. Whispers in a turquoise haze; hatred fears the homestead floating in a prism of stain piety carries a cross of fury. As I wake with a sudden jolt; a lost queried fantasy, cold lifeless strangled soul, a hard grasp in the marrow. Seething deep underground, of crispy labored breaths buried alive it now seems, into a vessel of deathly silence. Life bequeaths a venom; heartless emasculated decree. Within that cold crimson mist Satan, from below, calls out Many years of flesh and blood; twisted horror fantasies for yes, I was hated in my day, but in death, now everybody loves me.
Bio: Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet who has recently been nominated for The Best of the Net and 2 Pushcart Awards for Poetry in 2016. His poetry has been published world-wide in various publications throughout North America, Europe, Asia, Australia and Africa. Ken loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cat Willa. Ken's new book, "The Cellaring", a collection of haunting, paranormal, weird and wonderful poems, has been released and is available through Amazon.com. He is the co-editor of the poetry anthology titled, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze available at Amazon.com. A second anthology, Dandelion in a Vase of Roses will be released soon.