Promises are kept with gold
Close to the heart…but nearer
To the hands that feed…
The stygian creeds’ potent
Wind ever higher
Like smoke crawling
From the crematoria’s ceiling
Darkness crawls to its peak…
“In the name of God, they are weak”
But the power to overcome such lies
Is stronger than any claim
The fumes boil and roll
Beyond the gates to Seoul
Human lips taste such dread…
But they thirst for more…
A promising glare…
And paradigms of fear…
Collide…and so came the birth
Of hypocrisy…
Great writing, Succubi! And, as Kimmy has pointed out, the final verse is a particularly good one. Clearly, you have also been careful to use suitably archaic wording, for a piece of writing with this theme. Also, I like the way in which you have made this poem slightly cryptic. This often helps to make a piece of writing more interesting, and can help to make it more thought-provoking!
I also admire the darkness and atmosphere of dread, in this poem. The writer has managed to create a quite powerful piece, in only two relatively short verses. This is a testament, to how powerful, dark poetry can sometimes be! Keep writing!
Such a powerful read here
I liked this is speaks to the soul
Well written and said
Words are very powerful and they can scar.
I loved your last verse.
Very well written and expressed.
Words can be a powerful weapon for they can hurt someone more then a physical injury... the scars it can leave also does more damage down the line... not only is it words spoken but sometimes it the words not said that can hurt... what a gifted write... deep, dark and intense.
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