Poem -
Metallica
In his eyes, a fading light,
Like dusk falling into night.
Crimson drips from trusty blade,
A pooling satin on which he laid.
His throat's slick smileΒ of death,
A poignant moment onΒ empty breath.
Steamy vapor runs cold
A damned soul's been sold
He nothing more than carrion art,
MyΒ tinting strokeΒ navigated chart.
Upon a canvas made of skin,
He my Metallica mannequin.
A tool hungers for sanguine red,
Numerous slashes from which he bled.
Bloodletting to the last drip drops
Till the defiant heartbeat stops.
His essence fades like my rage,
Like drying strokes on a page.
Another sonnet darkly versed,
Quenching a parched artist's thirst.
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Comments
Fantastic Darkly!!.........I knew it was coming sweet poetess.........I think you found your voice in this stunning write..........VERY Edgar Allen Poe!!...........the heartbeat of this is hauntingly familiar.........and I LOVED ~ "HE, my Metallica Mannequin"............smokin' grooves sister!!.........smoking ass grooves!!........wow!!.........if we still had stars this would be a NINE!! (lol!)............DEFINITELY my favorite Darkly piece!! (so far)............well done my friend..............Love and Rockets!!...........T xo
"His essence fades like my rage,
Like drying strokes on a page.
Another sonnet darkly versed,
Quenching a parched artist's thirst."
The last stanze is very great, Darkly
Thanks for yourΒ poem, thanksΒ
Sophy from ChinaΒ