Dark Poetry...

In the dim moonlight…
I listen to the
Lovely songs of entropy,
Play with her stars,
Causing them to fall
Like tear drops from the
Sad face of God…

He wanders to her,
With lust in his heart,
But she sends him away,
Wanting no part of his lies,
And false promises,
And he cries,
This God,
With no children of his own,
So he sneaks into your heart,
And makes it his home…

Lovely Entropy,
Strums her harp,
With broken nails,
Her fingers scared
By much abuse…
Too many souls hanging on,
Refusing to let go,
Afraid of falling,
Of leaving unknown…

In the gardens of hell,
I watch them both,
He weeping,
She singing,
And he moves to her music,
His stiff soul swaying to her rhythm…

I watch and wait for the song to end,
Knowing that he will never leave,
Trying to make her believe,
That his dreams were real…
But he has lost me,
As she is lost to him-
As we are lost to them,
We unbelievers in Gods,
We of little faith,
Knowing the world is false,
And his promises like all men’s,
A thing he says,
To get her in his bed…

Alas,
I alone see
The dead God dancing,
In the maze of eternity,
Under the dim moonlight,
In the gardens of hell,
Where I dwell…