Leviathan

By Chance

A conscience formed of malice
A soul too dark to fade
Internal wings take form in flight
Mangled figure, violent weight

Whispered withers, ashes burnt
The tips of feathers flayed
Symphony of hair and bone
Whitewashed murder sprays

Tis the sullen seasonĀ 
Children of decay
Forgotten thoughts wrapped in coil
Release the Darkest Day

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Copyright 2018 Chance
Published on Sunday, July 8, 2018.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Few short stanzas for my DarkPoetry debut
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  • Luna Jay On Monday, July 9, 2018, Luna Jay (611)By person wrote:

    Great flow and lush imagery, like your style

  • lupus tenebrae On Monday, July 9, 2018, lupus tenebrae (1033)By person wrote:

    I like the almost sing-song meter, meshes well with the foreboding imagery, reads like a prophecy. Nice diction and uses of alliteration, great pen. Write on. Scholar

  • Jonas Robinson On Monday, July 9, 2018, Jonas Robinson (398)By person wrote:

    This has a nice haunting feel to it with great images. Keep up the good work.

  • threeroses On Sunday, July 8, 2018, threeroses (142)By person wrote:

    I love those first two lines... Welcome to DP and keep writing!

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