~ Blood Moon ~
Born of Emptiness
between the Heavens
arise Legend and Myth,
shrouded in Mystery.
White Silver -
unholy forged
immersed in blood
of immortal souls.
Screams explode
in florid color.
Gossamer Wings -
drenched crimson,
of pain and anger,
showered mournfully below
upon once peaceful waters.
A Scarlet
from the
On the Cliffs of Unknown,
from the ocean beyond,
haggard angels languish
as waves of vermilion
lap upon hallowed shore.
© Akira Cheyenne Feathermoon
5 comments:
amazing...
Oh no you've been tagged!
So deep, and a woman on a cross, how appropriate. Few comprehend that God is both Mother, and Father. You don't need to have a big penis when you are God. I like this blog, it shows you have a great deal of talent. I knew if i kept looking I would find the realm of my wounded angel. It would seem, we are both brazen narcissistics, would you not think? Did God really create you for my pleasure, or is it the other way around?
Thank you for your kind words on Hubpages, ma'am :-)
"You contain in your eyes the sunset and the dawn
You scatter perfumes like a stormy night
Your kisses must be a philtre, your mouth an amphora,
Which make the hero weak and the child courageous"
Thisismynameman
Awwwwwwwwwwwesome
This poem paints a vivid and hauntingly beautiful landscape of emotions and imagery. The juxtaposition of legend and myth against the backdrop of emptiness and sorrow is truly captivating. Your words evoke a sense of mystery and longing, drawing the reader into a world of unfathomable depths. Keep weaving your poetic tapestry; your talent shines brightly through each line. 🌟✨
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