A Place of Rest.

Author: darkvampire
Word Count: 280
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A Place of Rest.

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A Place of Rest. belongs to the following groups:

! Creative Writing & Poetry !, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Dark artists, dark art, Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, Pulp Noir, Put Out! or Get Out!!!, THE SPEAKEASY and Verses Dark

Jáckboots sóund upón the stónes, like a chóir in the Látin Máss;
torn Tárot cárds are éverywhére, on the Níght of Bróken Gláss.
Sóldiers márching up the híll with their héads on báck to báck
make gárlands óut of bódy párts…. hárvested fróm the ráck.

Flágs are wáving éverywhére like néwsmen át some gíg,
as cloned fáces flóat upon a séa, of dead bábies ór dead twígs.
The Black Président dríves an ármoured cár, óver the éndless sánds;
why do théy forgét that hé has gót…. so much blóod upón his hánds?

The blóody mírror cán refléct ónly what éach one féels;
the rústed clóck-face is úseless nów, like a déaler wíth no whéels.
It’s áll decáying ínto dúst, like a vírgin’s sílly dréam,
and the níght drops ás a vámpire’s gówn.… so Shé can wálk unséen.

Priésts, they créep intó warm pláces, whére they shóuldn’t bé,
as chíldren dróp their blóody téars, híding from whát they seé.
The gáme is rótten tó the énd (not éven ángels wéep);
the shépherds háve betráyed them áll…. they kíll them ás they sléep.

Cóme with mé and téll me hów to read your hóly bóok;
you keép the trúth deep ín your póckets, where áll men wánt to loók.
Cán you hélp me líving, ánd teach mé how nót to áche
for the bréasts of swéet indífference that.… I néver léarned to táke.

Wár is hére foréver nów; it will súrely néver énd;
nów the mán who tákes your lífe is the mán who ís your friénd.
Bréaking bréad means nóthing; drínking wíne is júst a shów;
whére is nów the pláce of rést…. where áll the vírgins gó?

Narcissus17

i don’t understand all of the accents… but this is lyrical genius. I read it fast, and i really like how it rhymed. Though it does seem grim, like with human trust abused, or naivety rewarded with cynism; obviously there is a wider picture here
darkvampire replied

Thank you for your comments, Narcissus.
Dalton Sayre

Incredible work. Hard-hitting and true to the bone. Humans as a whole are disgusted by the actions and disgusting by their own lack thereof. With so many broken dreams now covered in bloody sand, oil staining the hands of the true perp, how does humanity rest its head at night? Thanks for sharing.
Farmncamera

The story, and history of mankind…. right here. And it IS coming to an end…
darkvampire replied

Thank you, Elaine.
aaronschwartz

What ARE those accent marks? Are they meant to signify emphasis?
theimperfektman

dude, this was something beautiful. it’s a work of balance, a wonder. like monuments, crumbling in silence.
darkvampire replied

Thanks very much, TIM, glad you like it.