These are poems. Read them, maybe?

[manyreddevils]

eulogy

ascending in the long dark night
the gathering sentinels of light
stand watch over a skeptic world
that stirs, restless, wanting
to believe in stars that sing
yet understanding binds us well
to what we see, what fact would tell
is all that is, or ever was
what a price is paid
for cold and certain truth
the syllogism plays its knell
upon the harlot reason’s bell
ringing in their master’s death
the handmaids go silent
hand in hand to the gallows
the power we are wont to choose;
the vigor of the hangman’s noose
death to soul our final end
enslavement, the silence of the grave
in place of dread mystery
awakening, instilling things we do not know
and aren’t sure we want.
but far beyond this quiet sphere
a song remains for those who'd hear

[dyingflame]

Hey manyreddevils I have read your poem :) I admit that I don't know certian words you employ (I'm not sure what the title means but I will look it up when I get the chance.) It reminds me of some other stuff I read- well it roused emotions in me - it kept me reading and FEELING and that for me is what a poem should DO! I love the concluding couplet- for me it summons back my own line "the visible light/darkness of unquestioning beliefs."

"but far beyond this quiet sphere
a song remains for those who'd hear"

It seems a tribute for those who seek truth- not just accept what others tell them. Also, the night velvet imagery really stuck out against the image in my mind of the noose swaying outside city walls with the wind.