When its Time

[Soul Tribunal]

They watch
Haunting eyes
Measuring the one
Who stands before them

Cold Calculation
As they dismantle
All the traits
That make me whole

Wounds filled
With tears of love
As a soul is exposed
To unholy ritual

Those watchful eyes
Took careful measure
And found me ready
To meet my end

Dennis

[Territorial Hawk]

Dennis,

I've missed reading what you write.

[strawberygashes]

Wow, Dennis. I love your work, but this piece had a lot of emotion and imagery.

~morgan

[Soul Tribunal]

Morgan, thank you...its been a while since I have written on here.

Hawk, just as I have missed writting it :) thanks,


Dennis

[sincere_poet]

Very nice ~ enjoyable as always, Dennis.

[Soul Tribunal]

I write only with what little time I truely do have....
Thank you both for your continued support, it is an honour.

Dennis

[iblieve]

It would appear from the comments, you have a pretty solid fan base, well my friend, you just added another one. There is a depth to your darkness that is truly captivating to one that loves the darkness. In darkness is hidden the truths of the universe, in the light all the lies are displayed prominently for all to be meserized by the bright, shining images that make us moron. In your writing there is a wisdom and understanding most miss. Excellent my friend ibllieve

[Soul Tribunal]

Sorry for the late reply to all your comments, but I have been without my Paperwie....errrr Computer for sometime now.
But I'm Back :)

IBlieve, Yes a have a 'solid' fan base I suppose...but I don't see it that way........its more a comradery of Dark poets dancing with the shadowed hymns.

Dennis