Storms Poem 2

animals we are, yet fair of form
to attract our prey, beauty is the norm
yet we are beasts, with no hope in sight
we are predators of the night
our visages, pale as moon
are fading, gone all too soon

shunned to shadows, banned from light
yet mortals crave our icy bite
seeking to share our exquisite pain
yet all their efforts die in vain
for our burden is for us alone
young as life, old as stone

crimson mist is flowing fast
growing, hiding all the past
we alone remain unchanged
for us, the future is unarranged
to us, there exist no laws
for we are the crimson mist’s only cause

oh shining moon, take us away
for our sins we daily pay
condemmed as evil, worshipped as god
towards eternal future we endlessly plod
shackled by torment, we cause only strife
we live out a play, an act of life
as varied as you, yet condemned
as the source from which all troubles stemmed

perhaps that is true, but why
is there no grief, no sorrow in your eye
oh god forbid if he is real
these feelings that i think i feel
i fear this, that this it true
i think that i have love for you
oh run away, away you must!
our eyes’ color betrays our lust!

Again, Not stealing. I merely have an obsession with poetry...

Tilla Ophelia Marsh