Posted: March 27, 2014 in Dark Poetry


Pride, bright and blinding
Dressed in a cloak so majestic
The rainbow turns pink and ducks in shame
The First born, truly Regal
Glory drunk you challenged the sun
To shiny contest and fell in flawless defeat
What Hubris, surely good judgement had fled
Fool hardy, you overstepped putting a foot wrong
Pride and the Fall, Lovers forever entwined

Wrath, Fiery and Volatile
A raging storm trapped in a bottle
Ire and Rage, your loyal minions
Your blond hair lights up in flames
Slits for eyes let out lighting
And your voice roars in thunder as you torch the hearts of men
When you walk, ash and death
Thats all that is left
Your kiss can make insane
In Blind madness, you miss the destruction that lies in wait.

Lust, Sensuous and Terrible in seduction
You lips, they taste like apples…the poisoned kind
Your hair, ebon and thick…the color of death
Your oiled body sleek and shiny
Men fight to get a hold, you stay elusive as the evening breeze
Your voice, softly flavored with milk and coated in honey
Unfairly placed beside you, the sirens sound like ugly shrills
The fall of the Mighty is sport to you
Samson rolls over on his grave
You lead the part to glorious destruction, offering a sweet death…insidious in effect.

Envy, the three eyed little monster
Green from crown to feet
An extra eye to gaze on that which is another’s
Like the grass on the other side,
Greener but never yours to graze
Covetousness, your ally
When the green comes over you
Wild thoughts fill your mind like a bed of weeds
Dark and Pungent, you reek of sin

Greed, the monsters twin
Enough is not Enough, there is always more
To ignite a hunger in the midst of your feast
Like a drowning man dying of thirst
And so you take and spare no thought for another
You eat the fruit…seed, leaf and all
The hungry earth lays wretched in your wake
When all is said and done…emptiness walks your halls.

Gluttony, a gaping orifice that is never shut
You live for meat and the mead
More to waste than to sate
We can only eat so much.
Stunted legs, bald head and a protruding belly
You walk, a grotesquerie of some sort
Always at war with satiety, the hungry lie about your door
Lean, battered and broken, more bones than meat
Still you slop your cup, refusing to spill a drop.
When the thorns and nails of life sprout from your bed
The life is snuffed out you, meat in hand and wine on lips

Sloth, last of the sibs, a slob
Pampered and buttered, a finger you will not lift
Procrastination finds comfort in your bed
Lying next to sluggish you
Slow and Heavy you saunter through Life
Only you can find peaceful sleep in its madhouse
You snore and slur your spittle
Drenching a bed too soaked to offer warmth and comfort
You have desultory thoughts and dreams aimlessly dreams
Of ways to return to a sleep you never quite woke up from
Rest easy, Lazy
Death comes upon you in a chariot, on the flaming wings of hunger and suffering
Sleep sweet, Lazy.

The Aventurine.

  1. Maureen Chris says:

    Love d way u used each stanza 2 xplain d seven deadly sin… I love it!!! Kip d good work up!!! N don’t 4get ur apprentice…


  2. giftedbishop says:

    Nice one, vert tight


  3. Jupiterusi says:

    The king of word combo. will like to read a piece of an african knit from you someday. and will reply you with AGORAPHOBIA VS CLAUSTROPHOBIA .


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