Take my Hand

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A new p[oem i wrote hope everyone enjoys=)

Take my Hand

By night's hypnotic gaze i have been  lead away.
Into the depths of the darkness unknown.
Dreams so long forgoten rise up from there graves,
 and dance with me beneath the sunless skies.
Tears no longer serve a purpose and simply wisp away.
Here no longer can the light torment my soul.
Here no longer can the sun destroy my fragile hopes.
Here there is no god to cast damnantion upon me,
 for the impurities of my soul.
No longer must I hide beneath the earth,
Buried beneath my own demons.
Take my hand here in this wondrous darkness,
Free of judgment,
Free of self inflected suffering.
Thou no longer can you walk beneath the suns light,
I will walk with you amoungst the stars of eternity.
And nothing will take us apart,
No god to damn us,
No sun to destroy our fragile lives and hopes,
Nothing but the mysteries of the darkness,
Nothing but the love I hold for you,
And the dreams I would trade eternity to fulfill.
So take my hand my lost love,
And dance with me amongst the starry skies,
Leaving forever the Light of day and judgment of god.

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WordSlinger commented on Take my Hand

09-17-2010

ok Troy you are showing us something here, wow, are you sure you are not a Poet of Blood, have you ever heard of them, there are notorious like you, poet search PoetsofBlood, ty WS

Troy

09/17/2010

never heard of them word i just write when i can =) i will look them up thou

Rhymer commented on Take my Hand

09-16-2010

This is such a wonderfully written poem. I think it is one of the best I have read of yours. 10 from me and into my favs.

Troy

09/17/2010

thank you it is my newest as well . i write much more during the winter the cold helps ease some of the pain and i feel better colder it gets more active i become=)

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

Troy’s Poems (17)

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The Children of the abyss 2
The moons mercy 4
Emperor of Forsaken Hopes and Forgten Dreams 2
My lovely Demon 5
Take my Hand 2
Softly Sweetly 3
Lost thoughs 1
Oh my lovely moon 3
Flowers in The Night 1
Warmth 2
Song 5
Sweet Words 2
Grey Clouds 3
A Dream 2
Shadows of the nights soul 3
End of the Fairy Tale 1
Sweet Winds 2