Moment

It's just that moment

When lord of death
Stands in front
The world is still
Wiped out, dark.

Eye's are plucked
Dreams are melted
World is nothing
Fruit is fallen.

Truth is hanged
Soul is hidden
Sparks are blown-out
Fire seems soot.

Poet is framed
On the wall painted
Poetry is sung
For pleasure hidden.

Reviews

[Soren]

Armageddon, Ragnarok, it seems that many believe in the end of times. The Greeks had Titanomachy and death itself as a metaphor for end darkness, forgetting, as many poems are forgotten while some go on and the poet is framed and hung on the wall, resurrected or imortal if you wish. And his poems are sung. A wonderful write.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[soulztealer]

There is a powerful feeling behind this poem, it's confrontational of the dark realities of life and death, and, indeed, pleasure is always hidden behind expressing one's poetry when one is dealing with the harsh realities of life. Wonderfully written.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work. Great job, my friend.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[John the Baptist]

It sounds as thought the Lord of Death has everyone's attention. I can see how that might be.

[Arundass TP]

Sure, I feel. Death is a traveller with life. Thank you friend 😊