Hematite.

Rust to dust from upon metal chains

of a blooded palette of centuries claimed 

rattle an echo of unholy remains

accompanied by a cascading roar of living disdain

for all hearts beat still amongst the shadows shade

as from the path many have swayed 

towards the lure of temptations gain

an eternal debt that must be paid

for the night is long, like ghostly pain.

Aching hearts

born of absent crying of blessings scorned  

free also of sin, as God and Devil mourn

but love still adorns upon life torn

like a rose atop thorns as the sun rises upon hollow dawns

aching hearts worn

warn against what was sworn

so bless the unseen with more then

what we understand as serene

Echoes in the dark.

 Pushing through, dark room

a given clue, darkness glooms

a bedridden muse, that night consumes

a light hearted smile is but a ruse

of a figure that the mind subdues 

for who's that, that entices doom

a silhouette dressed, in blackened hues

standing in the corner, of my tomb 

for the night is young, echoing the life that I lose

midnight struck the hour that this mortal paid his dues

pushing through, the darkened room☺