White Wings Run Red

by Jacob Thompson

within.

  Innocent Sacrifice

  Weary from war

  This barren land,

  Cries for mercy

  From God's hand.

  Angel's blood

  Stains the earth,

  Demons clamor

  Hungering for more.

  Wasteland wanderers

  Comb the night,

  Searching for souls

  For their sacrifice.

  With maniacal glee,

  Lust and desire,

  Another innocent child

  Is thrown onto the pyre.

  Crimson Rain

  Living a lie

  Seeking truth

  Needles pierce

  Veins of youth

  Open skies

  Seal their tomb

  Echoing silence

  From the womb

  Amid crimson rain

  And drifting ash

  This fleeting vapor

  Fades into the past

  Fractured Home

  Light of hope

  Buried beneath

  Shattered halos

  And broken wings.

  Shadow of despair

  Masters the night

  With succubus' kiss

  It seduces the mind

  Love and hate

  Have become the same

  Bringing with them

  Pleasurable pain

  "Give in, let go."

  The demon beckons.

  "Hold firm, stand fast."

  Say angels of heaven.

  Heart is wounded

  Weary and worn

  From the war that rages

  Within this fractured home.

  Tides of Peace

  Sand beneath toes,

  I stand alone,

  Waves crash in,

  Felt in my soul.

  Peace overcomes,

  But cannot last,

  Pain still remains,

  As the wave sweeps past.

  About the Author:

  While I have been writing fictional short stories for years (which I plan on publishing a collection of soon), I have recently begun writing poetry as a way of dealing with some of the obstacles and trials that have arisen in my life. I thoroughly enjoy writing and I thank you for reading this collection of poems and sincerely hope that you have enjoyed them.

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