Life Taken
 

the dark brings life
and day forbids it
silently hunting that crimson liquid
blackest heart acknowledge the screams
emanating the fright from ghostly features
death in waiting for life to extend
lonely the one is who hunts in such a manner
and destined to remain that way
for life given to sustain life is noble
taken without permission curses it
no end to torment brought on by attacker
victims- friend once before or foe
are seen the same-- as LIFE

Wow... I'm tempted to ask your permission to use this poem as part of a play that I'm working on (perhaps in the last scene, as the last lines).

I like this poem alot, and it seems to echo something that I've been thinking as well - in a sense, human sacrifice, in that someone spills another person's blood for a more metaphysical reason... the purity and power contained within blood being incredible and immense by the mere fact that it can, and does, sustain life. Hell, even creating new life, in a sense.

In short, I like it. Alot.

Oh my I think Im afraid to go to sleep tonight. . . hmm wait you go to bed before I do, so ha I Win!!! I really like this alot and it explains why you were so willing to listen to this music we are playing right now. Creepy

Are you two poetic Twins? You both do such awesome work, and I thank you for giving me the chance to read it.

looking back on this the title seems a bit too much! Once agian thank you for all the complements. And J.R.V.A. thanks for comparing me to FA, she writes some deep things i often wish i could write!

it is good to know that some people like what I write even if it is a bit dark at times!

Both you and Fallen Angel are equals in my book. Both of you write in such a beautiful way, it makes me want to learn how you two do it! It sounds cheesy, but hell, it's true.

dark but true, straight to the point

wonderful work!