Poetry Darkness

Poetry Darkness Two poems of Darkness: Ghostly Skull

I am Al Qaeda
Laughing Corpses

I Am Al Qaeda

The soul light in my eyes, dim now,
my heart is as cold ash dispersing into the wind on a moonless night.

In the soul light of your eyes though,
glistens all that was promised to you in this life
and in the sparkle I can see all your hopes and dreams.

I see in the manner of your spirit and in the light of your life,
all those you love and all those who love you.

I know each of them intimately
I'm holding their hearts in the palm of my hand.

I can feel the slightest vibration
in the web of love you've nurtured upon this world.

In the lines around your eyes
I see all the hopes you have for your children.

I know that deep in your heart their lives
mean more to you than your own

And in the unclouded, unjudging eyes of your youngest
I can see that you are the pillar upon which their happiness rests,
that unless you teach them love they will never know it.

Now die.

Laughing Corpses

I The Risen Dead

Now rise up ye corpse from the dirt!

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
In the risen dead so shall you trust.

Bust free from your coffin buried down in the earth,
give a mocking shimmer of life to what once had mirth.

Flesh and bone long cold and dead,
animated now by a burning desire,
fixed in the gut and in the head,
driven now by this unstoppable fire.

Reach up and bust free from your coffin, nails, wood and dirt!
Rise up like Lazarus, your soul is no longer inert.

Fill your lungs with the sting of cold morning air,
Draw breath now as you did when were young and fair.

No, the life you once had is not returned to you
You were raised to find evil and give it its due.

In four hours time the sun will rise orange on the far hill
by that time you must find the evil your task it is to kill.

Walk now over the tall grass of untended and forgotten graves,
To all that the we did and said in life, in death we become slaves.

Ahead, three corpses marching in the dead of a cold winter night
across farm fields and silent spaces distant from any light.

They search for a child in whom humanity's gift is buried.
An ineffable gift hidden in the child's heart it is carried.

II Three Marching Corpses

We three march together in the dead of night
Find the pure and good and begin a deadly fight

In life, we marched not with goodness or mirth
So now it is our task to walk this cold earth

Though evil be cold it's power did raise our bones
Our rotten legs bring naught but misery and moans

Our deeds in life have given evil three slaves
But we accept our mission to escape from our graves

We shall search far and wide till we find this precious child of light
and again shall we die in the heat of our degenerate fight

For we care not for the living or the dead
We did not know our soul the devil can behead

III Evil Pyre

Between heaven and hell, opened a secret door
through it demons and angels began a great war

When angels touch evil there erupts a great fire
the devil pulls their hearts into his evil pyre

The battle raged on for an age and a half
from the inferno below rose Satan's laugh

When all seemed lost in this celestial fight
did an angel escape and hide the gift of light

Hidden deep in the heart of an innocent child
was a special light that can never be defiled

This light shines secretly upon every soul
without it would are hearts darken like coal

If evil should kill this light of the world
the web of life would become unfurled

Evil would reign for a thousand years
and all would pay counsel to their worst of fears

The good would sicken and slowly die
the rest would hang their whole life on a lie

The devil's evil purpose now is clear
kill the child and let Satan spread fear

IV Lily

My name is Lily, I was named for a flower
I awoke this morning and felt a strange new power

My father of late has been angry and cold
When life was bad he left the family's fold

My infant brother of late has grown quiet and ill
Father blames mother in a tone angry and shrill

Hidden from all but my own eye
is her secret wish that father would die

And muted to all but my own little ear
is her crushed heart and and her hidden fear

But on this day when the sun shone bright
I felt in my heart an incredible new light

A light I can see, illuminating all who come near
it burns without heat, reviving hearts and killing fear

I see now true nourishment comes from this light
it is every last soul's natural birthright

Upon my brother's chest did I lay my palm,
his crying ceased and his demeanor became calm

My father awoke and saw the strange light in my eyes
in a heartbeat he knew the emptiness of his lies

And just as this feeling seemed to reach its height
I could feel a slight dimming of this wonderful light

As the sun set, it seemed all was not right
As though evil drew near with all its might

V Three Laughing Corpses

I march now across deserted farms and fields
I think of life and wounds of love unhealed

In my life I had love, joy and some regrets
I hope what I do now can repay those debts

I feel in my body a new found life and strength
gained from a light of mysterious wavelength

At the top of the hill there stands a lone, dead tree stripped of bark
A crow calmly perched on its limb laughs sinister and dark

I see just ahead three laughing corpses on a hill
I must hasten my pace and prepare for the kill

They feel my presence, they know I am near
Once long forgotten, they now recall fear

A rage without anger builds deep inside
A feeling unknown from before I died

As the first two turned and cried out for my death
the third made haste to snuff out the child's breath

The first screamed and ran wildly down the hill
He lunged for my neck, reaching out to kill

I swung my arm round and crushed his jaw,
He laughed and hit back as he began to fall

I kicked him on the ground and made him suffer
each blow and kick became gradually rougher

He cried out in pain and begged me to stop
but with a woodman's ax at his head did I chop

His sad life flashed yet again through his eyes
but I continued to ax him ignoring his cries

The second came towards me raising a hammer up high
while the third made haste to see that the child should die

The hammer came down on my shoulder and crushed bone
as I fell he dropped the hammer and picked up a stone

His rotting eyes had a look of imminent death
I axed him and witnessed his last wintry breath

VI Death Dogs

Dead skeleton of a house standing crooked but tall
A blue lake beyond revealed through the decaying wall

Missing planks and rotted wood
Recalling a home were I once stood

The resonance of past lives still haunts this place
In the window before me, my mother's translucent face

Memories of long ago, in a different time
The fireplace was warm and we all drank wine

But the cold, biting wind kills all that we were
My mother long dead, only faded memories of her

Now tall weeds, a rusted truck and broken glass
Just ahead three dead dogs lying in the unweeded grass

Rotting flesh, peeling fur and sunken eyes,
A dog's corpse unburied, maggots and flies

Vaporous breath, from its mouth did I see
a twitching motion in its leg and knee

Doberman Pinchers rising up from the ground
bearing sharp white teeth, pointed and round

Their coal black fur, dark in the dead of night
Their ghost like eyes, mere apparitions of sight

If they could speak, they'd say:

'We now own your tenuous place on this earth
Rot in in the ground with us and end your re-birth

We'll rip your flesh, splinter bone and eat your eyes
We'll lock our jaws on your skull and ignore your cries'

The first one leapt into the air -toward my neck did he race
He sailed through the air with near perfect grace

I brought my fist down hard on his nose
and cracked his snout as the second dog rose

I picked up a rusted hammer from the ground nearby
as I felt teeth core into my leg bone, I let out a cry.

I brought the hammer down and heard the snap of its spine
It jerked wildly on the ground, but only misery did it find

The third held its ground and growled an echo of Satan's laugh
I stepped forward fearless, with burning anger I ripped him in half.

The animal's scream echoed in the field and across the lake
a house light filled a window, stirring figures now awake

VII Three of Three

The strange man in the yard seemed sick or dead
he carried an ax, dripping a liquid red

My father arose and looked out into the yard
he pulled me back and said 'child, you shall I guard'

The ax came through the thick front door
it busted right through the hard wood core

It hit again and again with increasing fury
the door would crash down, we knew it surely

My father stood fast, his weapon a chair
his last glance at me, I knew he did care

Down came the ax, through the chair upon his head
In that moment I knew surely he was dead

The corpse did turn and look over at me
he chuckled and said 'I am three of three

We did rise up to kill the light of your life
I'll ax you, choke you, or stab with a knife

The world will turn cold, gray and dark
in each soul shall die the creative spark

For I do not care about your life or my own
Evil is my master and my heart is as stone

And now dear child you may draw your last breath
I'll snuff out the heavenly light by causing your death'

The hammer came down squarely on his head
it hit in the center, crushed skull, and bleed

The corpse wobbled and staggered about
it raised up an arm and gave a last angry shout

The new man in the door dropped the hammer on the floor
as the corpse fell down, it would threaten no more

'Do not fear my child, your life shall go on
I have been marching to save you since long before dawn'

I stepped forward and touched his face
his death like nature vanished without trace

A new life is given to you but not like the old
your blood now is warm, your heart not cold

You once lived near meadows and streams
Your quiet life was as a peaceful dream

Those who knew you have long accepted your death
You cannot return to them with your newfound breath

When the sun sets you must march off toward city lights
for a second chance at life and to do all that is right...

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