Deep In The Shadows

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For those still living, things
happen, and all the secrets
will be given to those who know,
for buried beneath earth’s crust
are the living, who will surface
in our lives.

Terror will reign and feelings
of intense loss will scourge
earth as we know it, over sea
and land the black winged Raven
will have his last laugh and the
cunning bird will fly under the
moonlit stars to avenge the
land taken by man.

Pestilence will spread like honey
flowing from a bee’s heated hive
peculiar spirits will attend the last
mass when the Bishop bleeds on
his Holy throne, all the while his
congregation will weep like lost
sheep as the sword comes down

swiftly from Hell.

The manifestation of the dark one
who claims his throne on earth,
will lead his serpents with forked
tongues and breathe of fire over
flasks of red Mongolian wine within
his noble halls of justice, while the
common people bleed in the streets
from World Power, overthrown in
malice and control, given as the lights
dimmed in all the cities that mourn
and hide from this dark Prince who
claims to be our savior.

There will be no chamber music
as the Raven sits on castle walls,
the doors will be of golden arches
with locks fashioned by the artisan
Da Vinci the favorite of this Prince,
with brush and sculpting tools he
fashioned the throne that sits, this
blackest Prince from the underworld.

The gloomy doom is in our clear view
the distance stars reflect the foreboding
evil among the suffocation and stench of
fires in the streets, one can feel and taste
the Sulphur’s heaviness in the atmosphere
brought on the wings by the Prince of
Darkness, the terrible state and anxiety
of being alive yet in barely a state of
existence. The power of thought is frozen
in time and every experience is a nervous
feeling of loss.

The only hope is in the pallid and motionless
slender lines that reach to Heaven
like fuzzy curtains hanging in midair
they are our only hope from evil lurking limbs
reaching out to pull and swing from them
to safety below our souls. All things are
depressing and only the flames of the
burning lamps mirror our reflections
sending our souls soaring away from this
realm of darkness.

The demons on the scene were frightful
Attacking, tearing and ripping who
remained in this unholy place, the madness
continued long into the days and weeks,
torturing every living thing on earth,
plagues ravaged extinguishing all
who were left, except for the righteous
saints, who could not be destroyed with
plagues sent from the Prince of
Evil who took merriment in watching
the dead fall before his feet.

And lo behold there came forth this
Prince of Peace wrapped in finery from
the Orient, sable draped over the shoulders
of this beaming ray of light, so majestic that only
the holiest of men on earth could see. A defined
shadow, of which only the son would send from
a Heavenly place, such radiance was familiar,
but so distant from the billowing clouds, not
speaking a word as it moved across the sky,
formless and not definite of what it could be
a man or god. It just hovered and stretched
It’s body of stars across the earth’s path
and all became still.

It spoke in low tones saying, I am here in my
Dwelling, don’t fear me for I have come to
save this world from the dark Prince who has
claimed the throne, his voice was gentle yet
firm as the dusk drew near, the sun hid behind
the moon, while ears heard
and listened to its command, to love and pray
for peace in the land, all was silent as
it departed with the last words.
Let me not return for it will be the end of your
world and darkness will be permanent. Love
one another, be kind to every animal on
your earth.

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Vincent Moore

Vincent Moore

Vincent Moore pens his thoughts about many things and has a style all his own. Sometimes, he parties with words excessively and it becomes necessary to publish quickly lest his work be lost in the dark corners of his room or his mind. Vincent will lead you into mysterious worlds that are strange yet somehow familiar, worlds that will leave you unsettled and breathless for more.

He was born and raised in Montreal Canada among the Irish, Brits, Italians and French. Point St Charles (commonly called The Point) was the Hell’s kitchen of Montreal. He played, cried, laughed and fought on the street corners, survival was an instinct and watching each others back important. Vincent left home at 17 to find his way in the world, failure and success he had plenty of. He studied the Arts and loved to draw and paint. Took acting lessons and envied those on the stage under the bright lights and hoped to some day become an actor, writer, playwright or painter. Vincent welcomes you to his world of mystery, fantasy and solitude. You can find a few of his writings in one of 3 books he's published.In Absinthia- In Melancholia and In Passionata.
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Vincent Moore

Vincent Moore pens his thoughts about many things and has a style all his own. Sometimes, he parties with words excessively and it becomes necessary to publish quickly lest his work be lost in the dark corners of his room or his mind. Vincent will lead you into mysterious worlds that are strange yet somehow familiar, worlds that will leave you unsettled and breathless for more. He was born and raised in Montreal Canada among the Irish, Brits, Italians and French. Point St Charles (commonly called The Point) was the Hell’s kitchen of Montreal. He played, cried, laughed and fought on the street corners, survival was an instinct and watching each others back important. Vincent left home at 17 to find his way in the world, failure and success he had plenty of. He studied the Arts and loved to draw and paint. Took acting lessons and envied those on the stage under the bright lights and hoped to some day become an actor, writer, playwright or painter. Vincent welcomes you to his world of mystery, fantasy and solitude. You can find a few of his writings in one of 3 books he's published. In Absinthia- In Melancholia and In Passionata.

10 thoughts on “Deep In The Shadows

    • August 21, 2017 at 9:06 PM
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      Indeed it will Phyllis, thank you for your wise words. Peace, love, light and always kindness.

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  • August 21, 2017 at 7:12 PM
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    It must be ‘depressing posts day’ for we both write of troubled earth. At least you have a savior and warning which infers hope. What a mess this earth is in. I feel that unless another race, who have been monitoring us for centuries, intervenes, I can’t see we are capable of peace. Sad but history has proven it again and again. Cheers

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    • August 21, 2017 at 9:09 PM
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      A savior of some kind, I do feel this Tony, an intervention is imminent. Indeed the earth is in a mess, you and I and others write our thoughts and feelings about it here often enough. NO we will never be capable of peace, we haven’t been since the beginning of mankind. I hope and pray that our legacy, our grandchildren and theirs don’t live to see the world devastated by Nuclear wars.

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  • August 21, 2017 at 8:28 PM
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    Vincent,

    My Savior is Jesus Christ, and when I draw close to Him in faith, He draws close to me. When I feel that He is distant, it is because I am being distant. But, He is always near.

    Yes, we live in a broken, fallen world full of desperation, sadness, and terror. This is painful. It hurts most to see our loved ones in pain. But, it hurts to see anyone, and animals, in pain, too. I don’t have the answers, but I do know that what your powerful poem said is very true in that we need to “love one another, and be kind to every animal on earth.

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    • August 21, 2017 at 9:17 PM
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      I am Happy for you Tamara that you place your hope and faith in your savior. Hope is so important to every human, no matter who they pray too. I respect all religions of the world, if their aim is directed to one GOD who LOVES and wants peace among it’s peoples then their prophets give them comfort. Jesus Christ is the savior to all Christians who accept him as their Lord and savior. Confucius, Buddha, Mohammad and others look to as their savior. They are all aiming towards GOD in their own religious beliefs and I’m okay with that. We are in a broken world and we need all the saviors we can find to help us reach GOD. Indeed “Love one another, Peace on earth, No more wars, end of discrimination to one another, feed the hungry, save the children, stop abuse in every manner. Thank you for your kind words and the faith you show.

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  • August 24, 2017 at 5:20 AM
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    I got a little chuckle from the last stanza. That may sound vain but how many time are we going to be saved before we figure out how to love and embrace peace instead of hate. Don’t we have to be the ones who lift the dark cloud off our own heads at this point. By the way the imagery you created in this one was second to none. Well done my friend

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  • August 24, 2017 at 7:42 AM
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    Thank you Paul, I also chuckled as I penned that last stanza and I totally agree with your feelings about lifting the dark cloud, we are the ones who have to do that. But for too long we haven’t, so does something or someone have to intervene and lift it for us or simply turn off the lights for good;-)

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  • August 27, 2017 at 7:16 PM
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    A very dark piece, Vincent, but you do end by giving us hope that we can turn things around. I have enough faith in mankind to know we can but we have to be proactive in doing so and not leave it to someone else. Great writing.

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    • August 27, 2017 at 8:08 PM
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      Your absolutely correct John. I have hope for humanity, we all need to work together and in harmony to keep our planet from being destroyed by mankind’s neglect and greed.

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