Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Of Darkness...

picture credit: http://www.deviantart.com/art/black-60900848

There’s an owl on your roof
and the crows hover near,
a black cat is waiting
to enter your sphere,
while a cold wind is tearing
your psyche apart,
submit to the dark
that of you is a part.
For the owl rules the night
and befriended your soul,
struck at the crows
that your sanity stole,
while the cat bides the time
for your spirits’ descent,
to merge with your secrets,
to end your torment.


  1. the darkness is a part, that if we try to deny will not work,
    nice forebodence in this....
    and secrets...they will kill you...

  2. But light will always overcome darkness.

  3. In the darkness the light shines brightest ~ Love the cat and very noir type writing and very creative and contemplative ~

    artmusedog and carol (A Creative Harbor)

  4. Love the flow and rhyme in this Shadow....facing the darkness within is like breaking the denial that comes with secrets that are hidden too long. Great write!

  5. I concur with the wise words of our fellow poet, Brian ...
    Oh those secrets can so torment ...

    Another poem that spoke to me ... bravo ...

  6. Darkness in the soul....love it. With eyes like that that pierce the inner thoughts is bound to break it all loose and bring light to the fears.

  7. A really beautiful darkness here...amazing writing.

  8. Secrets are simply borrowed thoughts, which must one day be returned. b/c there never is nor ever will be a "new" secret. Since most People share the same secret(s), mine would not shock you, or you, mine! Look at the biggest "secret-keeper"...His name is God.
    Hmmmm. WHAT did I just write? "MA...Gimme ANOTHER of those dammm pills, OK?"

  9. I can swing withe dark part of me, just leave the cat home, no room for arrogance in my dark.

  10. Surely Edgar Allan Poe would have been greatly impressed!

  11. The cats here snuggle with us when it's dark. They aren't roaming about but burrowing into the covers. LOL.

  12. hello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog hay this is why i spend the nite hiding under the blankets between dadas feet!!! ok bye