Yet another vestige of love lost
whetted cheeks and swollen eyes
life's cruel moments wreak havoc
within the softness of one's heart.
Blasphemous tides slap ruby lips
take a soul with an innocuous glee
in a moment you're smiling then
blood stained teeth devour again.
a heart stops beating with malice
the breath gone in a rattle and hum
final whispers and the brain quivers
dormant pulse and a bluish pallor.
the tempest roars imperviously loud
a body can be lost, never to be found
great ships disintegrate upon granite
lives are left, penned on parchment.
the Reaper watches jubilant on rocks
as a grand lighthouse loses once more
clothing and splintered wood float by
rubble and rabble are left on the shore.
in a stormy gale, glows a freakish orb
stung by the tail of a flaming banshee
harbinger doomed in that soulless sky
tears in the torrent beget a Dark Light.
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet from Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms! His published work can be found in reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print venues. His new book of poetry, "The Cellaring", is now available from Amazon.com. His poetry has been nominated for Best of the Net for 2016.