There was a girl, eager for life journey,
With a spring in her steps, leaping shadows
Carefree of the dangers of that big dark.
She skipped and danced not knowing the demons,
were waiting for the moment that would trap
her, feeling her core with dread, wait for screams
that would echo through walls when she belches screams
in fright from monsters lurking in journey
with her all part of the frightening death trap.
There they cling to her sides moving shadows
with the help of despicable creatures – demons,
who love the deep abyss of that black dark.
Gradually the girl notice the looming dark.
Her mind trembled in fear she could feel screams
ready to explode her troubling demons
infested frame. What to do about a journey
that inhibited growth from shifting beyond shadows?
How she falls into such suffocating trap.
She feels the claws clamping her spirits, trap
from making the slightest positive move, dark
forces claim sovereignty over her, in shadows
she now lived with a million thoughts, the screams
of these of wretched ghosts casting shadows
eating her flesh, slowly feeding, demons
gather for their usual torture, demons
laughing in gaiety knowing the next trap
will inflict more headaches like a journey
of soft feet walking on needle in the dark.
She cannot bear it longer, out comes screams
of frustrations scaring some to shadows
moaning – like wounded dogs in need of shadows
for a rest in the shade, from demons
circling, coming closer, hear the many screams
their voices, her voices, all voices trap
in a loud crescendo of music, dark
vibrations of a deep ghostly journey.
These shadows relentless in their black traps.
Damn demons devouring all into dark,
whirling screams around – a mess up journey.
Post Four: National Poetry Month 2015
” The invention of the form is usually attributed to 12th century troubadour Anaut Daniel after spreading to continental Europe.” [Source: en.wikipedia.org]