i feel the parts
that have been
burnt away
all colour deleted
faded
turned grey
turned in
turned out
turned off
turned away
ashes cool
soft pale hues
chase waning warmth
a faint shimmer
of tainted darkness
dances
amongst fading coals
that eventually all blacken
in a sombre gradient
of old warmth
and
in this loss of light -
of this shade
it
is reckoned
the call of the night –
of the wild
she beckons
here for this ever
but gone
in simple seconds
slip
slip
slipped away
no breath left
not for an errant shout
not for shadowy doubt
not here
not away
not now
not today
not anymore
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
I'm writing it out not acting in doubt!
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
The Path to Salvation
The late autumn evening air filled the monk's lungs, but it wasn't the season that chilled his bones. The heavy-handed presence of evil he had sensed upon entering the woods surrounding this mountain village had not bothered to conceal itself from him.
By Made in DNA3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Fantastic poetry! I love the ebb and flow and the focus on heat. Nice picture too!
Love how feeling this feels, sir! Who is the band?