I am he that walks the night
the connoisseur of darkness
always seeking the weak,the old
shadowing lost dreams and hopes
though hidden my face and form
eyes widen as I pass,knowing my purpose
I seek the rotted minds full of hate and fear
come my little ones I am the best at what I do
16 comments:
to be a connoisseur of darkness?
quite deep, i could not connect Melanie...:)
thanks for taking part in my prompt this week...:)
Oh, I got a bit scared..what a different and unique take on the prompt..It needs courage and a wonderfully nurtured thinking mind with all the experience in life to be writing like this..there's happiness too in my fear.. awating your visit to my page.. Cassiopeia Rises...long time no see..
Not me! Stay away.
(But do visit my blog)
Superb Melanie.
Ooo- that was good- edgy!
Love the imagery!
This is haunting, visually stunning, and riveting. Great writing here Melanie.
Amity, thanks for reading my poem. My mind always runs to the darkness when I wright poems. My haiku is different. I am talking about death and how it seem to seek all that is feeble and malformed.
Your blog is pure and full of lightness. I wish I could write like that.
Thanks again,
Melanie
Ramesh, as always I thank you for stopping by. I guess it is a little scary but then death is the great unknown.
Melanie
Harshad, my friend glad you liked my poem. Thanks so much for reading it.
I will be by to read yours.
Melanie
Thanks Patti. I do so love dark edgy poems. I am happy that you enjoyed reading it.
Melanie
LaB, thank you for your kind comments. I am glad you liked it.
Melanie
TWG my friend so good to hear from you. Your comments make me feel talented.Glad you liked it. Much thanks.
Melanie
A poem full of darkness and hidden thoughts. Quiet visual in the imagery of your words.
quite haunting.
I hear and feel the darkness of the pied piper in this one.
Ominous. Suggestive. I think I have felt these eyes. - Bill
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