Under the Wings of the Raven: 15. Lost Soul

Door Rudi L gepubliceerd op Monday 03 October 10:55

Threatening clouds, 
Dangerously hovering over,
dancing inside my head,
Bulging with tints of grey, 
Driven by a demon’s force, 
A deadly whirlpool 
Churned up by heavy winds,

It’s swirling and pulling at my gravity,
Gulping down my everything,
Magnetizing, mesmerizing like the devil is,
Destroying without mercy, 
Without withholding,

I’m struck by his flashes of lightning,
Deafened by the sounds of his thunder,
What’s left are ominous whispers in my ear,
White noise, full of dark promises,
Forcing me, leading me to the abyss,

Blasphemous songs are climbing from the depth,
I smell the blue sulfur and decay rising,
I see the flames of hell now,
I feel the scorching heat inside,

My lost soul is burning already.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


A poem out of my Collection 'Under the Wings of the Raven', a set of 16 Poe-ish Poetry Poems.

Narrated version: https://soundcloud.com/rudi-lejaeghere/lost-soul

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