The Heart’s Dark Rapture

Shadow Soul
by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Yes, I shall freely admit, I love you,
as those dark creatures that stalk
the night are begging to be loved;
concealed in icy graying shadows
or a blackened cold haunted heart.
Albeit the Sun now just a blurred,
or starving evanescent memory.
Our faith is born after twilight;
whilst creeping among wispy
thoughts of anguished despair.
Raise hands high to hide even a
star shine as dark now be praised.
Walk the hushed paths and keep
faithless desires locked deep within.
I shall always be but a whisper away,
once the candles are extinguished.
For I’ll secretly ride upon the steamy
ribbons of impassioned desires within
your essence. Pursuing the rapture
while I chain the evil inner demons;
Shadow Souls waltz to a fiery flair.


Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Published Poet and Author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. His published work can be found in Journals, Blogs and Magazines throughout the Web.


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I am a dreamer, as well as a doer, who lives in the North Georgia mountains. I started my publishing journey August of 2013, have had moderate success, but my utmost passion is my "daytime" job, which is working with adults who are constantly striving to better their lives as they obtain the GED credential.

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