The Dark Lord

Posted in By Eon Heath 16 comments

I smell your reeking fragrance,
In the thin air, cold and dry…
You glide along the winter night,
Your scepter, held bold and high…

Waiting, with patience,
Absorbing, with eyes serene…

You blessed him,
The neighborhood boy…
Just like you took her,
Away from prying eyes…

You, the dark side of god,
I pray, for your darker rewards…..



In my last post i spoke of giving up writing, but i find it hard to part ways from it. For the sole reason that you seem so close with the pen in my hand. "Words" it were, that brought us together, i guess, words it would be that would hold us forever...

Always,

Your Silhouette...