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A poem for All Saints Day-

Twilight Midnight


In the darkly gloaming shadows
the dying lay screaming
battered and bleeding-
their loved ones stand weeping
wailing and pleading
for something is coming-needing and feeding
as death stalks its victims in merciless flight

Falling, falling, down, we go

Falling, falling, nothing to show

Falling, falling, forever the flow

Falling, falling, Not We, NO! NO! NO!

In the dawning twilight moonlight
the fallen lay beaten all bloodied and worn,
lost in the shadows no sleep for the damned.
Hunger is gnawing forever we’re falling
to hell we are going; a desolate wasteland
Our love is forgotten turned sour and rotten
into the mud we sink in our hate

Time is forever, forever and ever

No sleeping, just thinking, thinking and sinking

Hunger appalling, forever it’s gnawing

To God we are calling, never to answer, forever we’re falling

In the nightfall slowly closing
darkness recedes from the beckoning light
the fallen go crawling on shriveled sore bellies
seeking dark refuge from luminosity’s might
the dawn is approaching- the flowers are blooming-
a skylark is singing-the sun wakes from slumber
but deep down and under in dimness and darkness;
the cry of the fallen will forever be heard.



------
nature weeps, the devil sings
at man’s greed and pride
and what it brings

just lots of useless
little things…

"He was the brightest of all the stars
of heaven, and even ripped and torn
in half, he still shone with a fire of a
billion suns. With a mighty roar
and a Big Bang, he imploded and
exploded out of the nothingness; and
the flow of Time began.”


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The following comments are for "twilight Midnight"
by TheRedCockroach

The Pains of Hell!
This is the most vivid depiction of Hell I've ever seen Bob. Politician's take note. In my opinion, that's where most of them will wind up!!

Great Job!...I'm soo happy to see you back here again.

Bea

( Posted by: Beatrice Boyle [Member] On: November 7, 2014 )

Darkness
I'm reading this, and I caught myself holding my breath. Striking, dude. The cry goes out; far from being heard, it burns out in midflight.

( Posted by: pablowilliams [Member] On: November 7, 2014 )





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