Praise to the Dark
A mild frost, that digs in, deeply.
A soft dark light that blinds.
Oh craved embrace, oh longed grasp,
cold enough to burn.
A strong wind of storm, of tempest,
that leaves no way out, damned,
overwhelms my soul, with violence,
but it is such a sweet destruction.
Oh my Lady, bright gloom,
harmonious and booming silence,
gorgeous rose of darkness!
Take me with You, take my soul away,
give me Your cold lips, Your impalpable body
and drag me in your eternal darkness!
- Title: Praise to the Dark
- Artist: Lamia Sparda
An attempt of sonet dedicated to the the "female figure" that scares us so much but that often can become fascinating because of the wake of mystery that carry with her. It's not an invitation to reject life, but just a way to express this feeling of attraction/repulsion that so often overwhelms us when we think about death.
Thanks to all the people that will read and/or comment this small poem.
- Date: 09/25/2011
- Tags: praise dark death darkness sacrifice
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