Poem -
The Arrow
...and darkness fell.
The birds nested in silence.
The people retired their day.
The wind never stirred.
The moon never rose.
All was dark.
The sea laid still.
Calmness overtook.
Nothing became everything,
and Love shattered my all
laying scattered within.
Rage descended
and Death dove
down
as swift
and
as sharp
as the Arrow
for the Kill!
...and darkness fell.
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Wow!! Larry,
Makes you think of "End of Days"
Outstanding poem!!!.......A target struck....everything drinketh by nothing....the abyss forever encountered...
Jim
Thank you Jimmy! Nice of you to comment and I'm glad that you felt something...
Nice one Larry
Nothing became every thing, to me this sounds like the beginning, it all always comes to to light, to form and to being after spending some time in the void, the fierce darkness, the womb of all matter. Every seed must experience it so to be able to stick out her neck towards the light. The laws of nature is always been and always will be, we just have to learn to adjust to them, so to better befriend them.
Kind regards
Majnoon
Thank you Majnoon! Yes, I too feel that every end is a beginning. I need these moments in Life, keeps me safe so to speak. Glad that you enjoyed the read! thx again
Be thy cup half empty so shall it behalf full......you decide...although i would rather see it from Shirleys point of view.....A new beginning....instead of a beginning of the end.....