the light invaded darkness once that was.
its brightness lay to waste the perfect night,
and blackness stained, blood seeping through the gauze
which hides a wound, while crimson rose on white
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A very interesting poem. The more I read it the more I like it. The verses integrate with the rhyming sounds and so I like the way it is set out. It seems to me to be a poem primarily about dieing. 'Sift through death to gather gold from rust' This is a very thought provoking line and can be interpreted on many levels. Excellent.10/10.
'thus darkness was infected by the light.' complex idea; I'm straining to follow it.. 'so sing the praise of heaven! if you must equate its glory with some transient star though darkness were the better one to trust' This poetry begs to be spoken out loud under a full moon.! (smile) It's so perfect.
Rare to find such complex writing that is still very accessible (I am no rocket scientist, LOL)