SCARLET and THE PREACHER O Scarlet, The lamppost follows you, Buildings mutter to one another, Subway screeching like A scalded alley cat. Rain slashing, sewers slurping. Only you, do you deceive As grinding years besiege. Riding the dread of gloom; You enter the room of moan, You see the gouging on the wall, Smoldering embers flicker and snap, Scattering ashes escape, Pensive musings are riven. A blinding storm of feelings Rabbeting thoughts of confusion Rattling through your brain Leave a disrupting residue. Moonlight dozes on the hardwood floor; Scarlet, you sweep your brush Through your vermilion hair. Sun Belt evangelical with sinister eyes, Bottomless chasm, inside lives an ill angel, Living on stolen desires and depraved lies A soul that knows nothing other than betrayal He stares at you with menace In his dirty eyes, smirk on lips, Furrows of foulness etched on his face. Dank of spirit, vacuous of heart Bleak of eye, peppered with rage He moves towards you. Peering from the shadows A clutch of chimeras leer, you are Greeted by a flurry of mumbling. Fed-up with harmful deeds and the iniquity Lurking in the human heart. Chewed up by terminal wickedness, Threshed by angry winds from working mouths Of imploding individuals. You are Shaken by such brutality and it Fills your heart with fallen snow. You pick up your bag, gaze down at The preacher, you clean off your Knife, and now, quickly, you must go. Copyright 2013 Dennis John Ferad Art work by Siouxsie
Posted on: Sat, 05 Jul 2014 21:04:02 +0000