The hounds of despair, the hounds of the autumnal wind,
Gnaw with their howling the black echoes of evenings.
The darkness, immensely, gropes in the emptiness
For the moon, seen by the light of water.
From point to point, over there, the distant lights,
And in the sky, above, dreadful voices
Coming and going from the infinity of the marshes and planes
To the infinity of the valleys and the woods.
And roadways that stretch out like sails
And pass each other, coming unfolded in the distance, soundlessly,
While lengthening beneath the stars,
Through the shadows and the terror of the night.
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This is an amazing piece. When people talk about poems that paint a picture (or multiple pictures for that matter), this is what they are talking about. Definitely belongs in the "Dark" category, its subtly haunting.
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Very good
Great poem! Definatley Deep & well thought out. I love poems like this & I respect them. -
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outstanding
this is a masterpeice. i aplaud you. you are a true poet and you will go far. -
Very well Done
I really loved it. It had really good use of words in it and had extrodonary use of imagry. Great piece of work. -
A very vividly dark piece, the images are strong and easy to find in ones mind, frightening considering this comes from a collection built around the subject of madness.
Andrew
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