few have ever read my words

[antihero999]

i've never posted my work before but here it goes , please be honest.
Christ and Lucifer in Congress of the Crow
gentlemen and ladies, lend me a moment
from your busy day, in disarray.
gods and flowers and little children
grow, thrive in the light
he who bears it knows it so.
do broken wings not catch the wind
blinded eyes can only dream
of setting suns and eastern horizons
every fate looks the same
living in the dark.
bitten tounges cant speak the truth
or tell a lie, or sing their song.
where is the moon, where is the moon?
is it lost among the stars
or hiding from the son?
red like the dragon,
red like the fire
dire is the path this incarnation
hath choosen. drunken, deseptive
shadows and valleys and deamons(sic)
live, thrive in the dark.
the buried man knows it so.
here it is just like new
your moment and your way
like every thought of salvation
and every breaking day.