Ancient Curse Poem by Kostas Lagos

Ancient Curse



The voice of the prophet was heard
across the desert, thunderous
The falconer called for his hawk
in vain, no answer received
Sea and blood overwhelm me
shrouding my every thought
Empty eyes, blurry, dead
Rise ancient curse, rise!
The world is now ready.

Monday, August 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: suffering,depression
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shakil Ahmed 07 August 2017

a poem full with rich images, way of presentation is very nice, thanks for sharing,

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Kostas Lagos 07 August 2017

Thank you for your kind words

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