Dark Days
Her arrival oddly expeditious
Vomited from the bowels of the earth
Gloriously bedraggled. Delicious.
Volcanic eruption – this was her birth
Delivered in darkness, she stole the light
Absorbing the sun along with my soul
Ferocious beauty – Maiden of Midnight.
Her heart empty a vacuous black hole
Hypnotised by this horrific wonder
She smiled terribly then shattered the world
Detonating mountains, screaming thunder
Around her raven mane the earth whirled
Her eyes upon me, I embraced the end
The dark days are here, you can’t run my friend.
Karen Morgan is a single mother of one, living on the rarely sunny but stunning West Coast of Scotland. She joined a local writers group to build her confidence and rediscovered her love of writing poems.
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