A Final Sin

Striking chimes throughout the night,
traversing the depths of surrounding walls
In silence they echo on darkened shades;
lingering moments pass with ticking clock


Unseen in still hide demons in wait;
their icy clutch bringing shudders of chill
Eyes seeing fear that only you know;
whispers abound inside a trembling mind


Images sway in umbra of shadowed space;
voices speak without an utterance of sound
Nowhere to hide from the terrors borne,
death’s grisly touch lies in stealth beside


If tears were screams, the night would be filled;
wailing would follow each footstep heard
Prayers go unanswered, lost to foolish faith;
a false savior fails you, thrusting thorns in your eyes


Given in arms is that which was sought;
a seeking found the whore you embrace
Evil smiles upon the souls who’ve fallen;
loathsome children swept to depths of hell


Haughty laughter from forbearers of sin,
assigns a fate to the realm of condemned
Blind your sight in the throes of a gouge,
pay no heed to whispers of damning fate


In presence of gods, below Heaven’s place,
falsity succumbs to the maker’s choice
Woeful days find them residing in night;
ongoing forever with ticking of the clock


© C.E.Vance

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't do interpretations - but before you point your finger, it says 'False Savior'.

Also: The Commandments state "Thou shalt have no other gods before me"…

Therefore: In presence of gods--below Heaven's place…

'Heaven's place is above all'…

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nightlight1220's picture

This is more than anything,

This is more than anything, sad in every way. To each their own is all I can say.

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

cevance's picture

Just moments that I imagine..

Just moments that I imagine..

nightlight1220's picture

Yes...I got that from it, but

Yes...I got that from it, but thanks for the confirmation. It also resonates with what the churches (most) paint for small helpless children in inquiry.

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

PeterChristopherRaymond's picture

You're imagery is

You're imagery is fantastically bleak. :)

cevance's picture

Thank you for the wonderful

Thank you for the wonderful compliment.

sweetwater's picture

I don't believe in pulling

I don't believe in pulling another poets work apart,trying to discover the 'deeper' or 'true' meaning within the work, I just enjoy the imagery the words bring and the final picture that I see. And this poem gave me a very clear picture indeed, scary but exciting! Thank you.

cevance's picture

Thank you… Creating images is

Thank you… Creating images is the whole point, and if I fail to create them for the reader--then I'll delete this account today.

sweetwater's picture

I'm sure you'll never need to

I'm sure you'll never need to delete anything. Your wonderful work has taken me on more journeys in my head, than I will ever experience in 'real' life. X

cevance's picture

Thank you for such kindness.

Thank you for such kindness.