He

[anzki4]

HE

He was born from the darkness,
but the darkness was misunderstood.
He was born from the darkness,
but the darkness was used by thiefs in black hoods.

When He born,
He was free.
There was not wars to torn,
because He had no greed.
Then came the king,
then came the Golden God.
Those were the things,
that stomped him to mud.

He was blinded by the light.
He was slave to Himself.
He started up a fight,
and fought against Himself.
Perhaps the hope is lost.
Perhaps He lost the game.
No matter what the cost,
He wants to be free some day.

Maybe He has opportunity,
to be free again.
Perhaps if He lives with purity,
He gots another chance.

Untill that day comes,
let`s pray for Our own sake.

[anzki4]

Thoughts would be welcome.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Some grammatical irregularities but otherwise this has a deep metaphysical effect.

[paperleaves]

I don't mean to sound rude, because that is not my intention, but how strange this poem is, and how fantastic that strangeness is...
PM is right, the effect of your writing style makes this poem as mysterious and dark as the cool wind at night, ever bringing chill and wonder at what lies behind the cloak of darkness!


love
Kate

[anzki4]

Thank you for thoughts and kind words.

love
Antti