Awaken

Black coals burn against the dead of night



raw flames of fury



Smoldering embers brought to life once more



by the hate writhing deep inside



A presence before me stands,



the silouhette of the betrayer.



a flash of cold steel



the flames governing the movements



the presence falls on its knees



another flash



awaken



to reality



the real ever burdening nightmare

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lizzurdbeth's picture

dark images, very good job on this poem, an all of your others. keep writing :)