The Long Spike

The Long Spike

A wild ray of light that bit and pierced me, like the teeth of God.

Myself made mad by the hate of the Devil's Paladins. 

Dragon's breath and fire, threading black flames of perdition. 

In the Deeping shadow, waves of faces in my soul and an iron spike of fear carrying my heart down a long dark river. 

I care nothing for all, hurled to and fro in the hulks of a hurricane.

I never endured a more triumphant clamouring, entranced in a pallid flotsam, falling backwards to sleep, deep down into an abyss of thought.

Reviews

[Raymond Federle]

This is one of my personal favorite poems. Feel free to friend me I will review for review...Hope you enjoy! :)

[Taylor_McCutcheon]

I agree with KLGoode and I really enjoyed this poem. The first line dragged me in and I was left feeling like the speaker died. Just how it felt lol Great poem

[Lyn Anderson]

This is so brilliant, and dark, and sinister, and all things good like that -- now, as to grammar -- either of these things may be poetic license, so forgive me if that is the case. dragon's breath (apostrophe) and deeping (deepening?)

[Raymond Federle]

Thanks for the review KL! Some of the words I use have been lovingly stolen from J.R.R.Tolkien ...."deeping" is often referred to as a place more than a description in his works although he does use it to describe as well sometimes. I see now that I neglected to capitalize the D in it. I shall remedy that. :)

[Lyn Anderson]

Okay, thanks for clearing that up.

[Pryde Foltz]

I care nothing for all, hurled to and fro in the hulks of a hurricane.

I never endured a more triumphant clamouring, entranced in a pallid flotsam, falling backwards to sleep, deep down into an abyss of thought.

Our minds can indeed be our worst enemy, reinvigorating the evils that have long since succumbed.