Do not look back! A voice of shadows warn.
And I yet turn but see a thousand burn.
Much screams much wails in anguish— burning brimstones.
Naked souls with pierces from forks of bones.
So thousand maggots, lively popping out.
Of them — the thirst, the gore and screaming shout.
Until forever shall end the brimstones burn.
Let nothing bring you here the voices
of shadows, speaks.
In life be chaste in times of lows and peaks.
No one can save you here at all.
Ho they that hears let them too hear this call.
Ensure to guard your tongue and thoughts— for these!
Lo these! May save or kill, so take no ease.
Let love for God and man insure your beaks.
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Dark Times (An Anthology of Acrosonnets)
PoetryDark times now lives. Lurking in the shadows. Trapped in poesy's leaves. Darts of fearful bows. Shielded by light's ray. Now let's begin to prey.
