A Harlequin Unmasked

My darkest poem

The ever-rising moon

Forces its way through the gauntlet of the night sky

Steady and controlled

Beautiful, like only I wish I could be

The blackened forest

Encapsilates me in its web of unending torment

Relentless and sick

Yet forlorn in its apathy, like only I wish I could be

Chaos abound

I, set upon the path of purest blackness

A harlequin unmasked

Only to reveal the reflection of the twisting, turning tempest within

A thousand needles

Like teeth protruding from a precipice of ruptured flesh

A once gentle soul

Torn from a cage of splintered ribs, leaving but turmoil in its wake

This, the truth

Captive of the bearer of a long forgotten smile

Reveals the twisted faces

Of onlookers, too frightened to see what lies beneath the surface

And I, the foolish jester

Subject of the shadows, a pawn in their darkest court

Dancing in the eye of the storm

The prisoner of a million spectral razors,

Who cleave flesh from bone

This… what I will always be

Reviews

I'm intrigued by this.
the dark imagery, the painted metaphors.
I'm not good at reviewing,
but I like the way this one flows.

it's as if maybe you're wishing you weren't so kind or soft.
maybe you wish you had a dark streak in you so that you can deal with things better.

meh, I'm so wrong.

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

I love the darkness within this too. The imagery was beautiful and dark. I agree with Phalen Schuyler's review. I believe that you were trying to not feel so nice or soft because you want to show that you are tough. You want to show that you could hold your own against someone. I think you did a great job. Thanks for sharing. :)

[{A}shley {B}lack @-;-]

I love the darkness which your poem emits this defiantly appeals to my taste in writing your clearly very skilled as you have painted perfect dark imagery within my mind great use of many words in this piece I look forward to reading more of your work good job