the dark is an artist
drawing on our pain
its interested in your vanity
let me explain
it loves your faults
your pride
your infamy
staked on reputation
it has something to show you
interesting little thing
so beautiful to behold
lovingly it fawns over you
or so I’m told
the darkness enters, evading detection
appearing as nothing really
it creates masterpieces from madness
maudlin child of chaos
they call me miscief I’m worth noting
my magic is wild now
but I’m coming into the artistry
cunning and alive to detail
it’s the small things I notice
that lead me to you
suffice to say I sup
while you lie in repose
as you prowl the night
I cater to your fantasy
don’t I do it just right?
leacherous sin, always taking a pound
sacrificing purity there is a toll
vessels of destruction don’t trouble
and they don’t toil
the dark is an artist abstract and exacting
Powerfully penned, Brenda. This is an excellent write with a dark vibe my friend. I can relate. Appreciate you.
Damian
Loved this. The first stanza especially.