The poor guy. lol He should have known better. When vamps smell food they go for it. 🙂

Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent storytelling as always my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Magnificent storytelling Fia. Succulent!!

Blade vibes.
I was emersed from the start.
regards
James

There is no future in the past. Only lessons. Nice one

Thanks for your thoughtful comment.
The only real problem with AI is, that it makes the truth almost impossible to discern.Seeing used to be believing but not anymore.No doubt, the powerful and the wicked will use AI for any other reason than to create poetry etc.

💋💋💋💋

Sounds rough and sad to me at the same time.

Well now, Benjamin 🍷

Here, in this gobsmacking piece, is the exact point of issue I was making when you mentioned being “an undisciplined Free Verse poet” … there’s nothing about this poem but an excellent use of skillful poetic devices to command the reader to halt, proceed, imagine, and “feel” every moment, twist, turn, and diversion into your wondrously rendered world of abstract, mind-bending ambiguation, and I say this while sitting here bulge-eyed and jaw-dropped, not only from your phantasmagorical diction of verbosity, but how you’ve used white-space to create mood and imagery, while capturing and holding your readers’ spellbound attention.

Sheesh, M’Friend, it’ll take awhile to shake this one from my consciousness!
Good, really GOOD stuff, Syr Poet! Thanks for the rare experience! ⁓ Richard🖌

Powerful work. I felt this to the core of me.

This is a very beautiful work, my friend. I love your, “unruly midnight moon,” and there are so many other lines that touched me deeply; if I tried to mention them here I might as well write every line.

Someone told me that to describe the feelings within shadow was a testament to writing good poetry. I don’t know about that, but I admit, I love this poem, the flow of it, and that you saw and felt it is warmly appreciated. I knew an artist friend who drew scenes in pencil. She had one piece, a landscape, done in black pencil that I swear when you looked at it deeply, you could see blue streaks flow in it. Some of that experience of seeing this piece of art is what I tried to capture in this poem and where that line: “…kaleidoscope of greys” came from.

Mary, thank you, your visits and comments mean a lot to me.

FlatDaddy, it thrills me that you were touched by this poem. You might be surprised to know that unruly moon gets really rambunctious at midnight. Then again, we are the same age, so you probably know all about unruly moons. At any rate I truly welcome your visit and thanks for a great comment (and message).