This passing of a silent night
A brittle light is born
This ghostly sun that hides its light
A chill and frosty dawn
- A chill unwelcomed dawn
The yelling of the night before
Bitter words and spiteful spoken
An angry hatred looks for more
Glass shards from bottle broken
- From bloodied bottle broken
Long hours cold I stand alone
My fears best left unsaid
I watch her eyes as blind as bone
A halo bathes her head
- Bathes crimson ‘round her head
This dreamed foretelling plagues my sleep
This the promise I must keep
To you
No choice but keep
Christopher 12 months ago
Impressive, Drew. Though I must admit I'll have to read it several more times to fully grasp the meaning.
Drew Martyn 11 months ago
Thanks Christopher - this was originally going to be a series of drabbles about a man who has a recurring dream (that he's killed his partner) that becomes more and more real and becomes more of a premonition of fate rather than just a dream. For some reason it turned into this.
Christopher 11 months ago
Sounds like a good idea for a series but it works as a stand-alone as well.
Drew Martyn 11 months ago
Thanks Christopher
Lisa Williams 11 months ago
Real beauty in the words, horrid scenario though xx
Drew Martyn 11 months ago
Thanks Lisa :)
shaun 11 months ago
The inevitability of the final line kicks the whole thing up a gear. Powerful stuff.