The day the light died

by Shalkan   Jun 25, 2015


Blood red messenger
Come to the war horn's call
Rip the fabric of the world
Down the ancient walls

An abandoned way of life
Marked by the headsman's sword
Nooses dancing wildly
Serenade the end of the world

A raven rides the wind
Black Death above a plain
Where all the races of the world
Slay and wait to be slain

The heart of raging madness
Horses eyes roll in their heads
Flames consume whole armies
Kings breathe wet last breaths

Tides of death crash down
An ancient evil incarnate
Amidst the seas of dying
Light becomes a slave to darkness

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  • 9 years ago

    by CRAFTY KEN

    Indeed this is a dark poem filled with reality,
    parts of it mirror the Book of Revelation with it's prediction of blood up to the horses bridles. With Adam's fall Light did become slaves to Satan but Jesus the Strong Man is plundering his Kingdom taking out a people for his own giving them back their Light and Free Will. You may like my poem "Just an ordinary day" I wrote for the poor and downtrodden in order to give them hope.
    You can view it on my web site under "Poems"
    gracefaithgift.com Minister Ken

    • 9 years ago

      by Shalkan

      Thanks for the comment. I definitely didn't intend this to be religious or about Jesus in any way, more of a fantasy world last battle-ish thing but that's an interesting take on it. I'll check yours out, thank you.

  • 9 years ago

    by GB

    Just charming!

  • 9 years ago

    by Once an Angel

    You had me with the title of this poem. I read this poem through, and then read it again line by line. It is haunting, and reveals truths we so often don't talk about in daily life; truths we simply ignore and move in without seeing, without wanting to see. But once you realize, it is a world where darkness is eating away, is starving to death, the light. You seemed to write of war and death particularly in the imagery of less modern times, but it also feels very much applicable to now.

    "Where all the races of the world
    Slay and wait to be slain"

    I don't want to say I enjoyed this poem, because that feels too light of a response for such heavy content, but I was moved by it and found it meaningful. It does not shy away, but speaks boldly and poetically. I have been thinking a lot lately about what makes a dark poem, because my last few poems have been in the 'dark' category. When I finished reading your poem I thought, 'yes, this is a dark poem'.

    • 9 years ago

      by Shalkan

      Thanks for the feedback. I do have a habit of writing in kind of an old timey way. But I agree the main ideas are very applicable to modern times. This one was kind of a last battle scenario. I'm a big epic fantasy fan so I tend to impose that on my writing.