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What hope remains to one deported to a grave
Unworthy to contain an animal's death?
All the names of God are shouted in this place
In calls for pity, justice,deliverance
Or a glance of the accuser who condmens
Without trial, as fate bluntly guillotines.
All hopes are extinguished and replaced
By the cold fire of vengeance
When remembrances in the stone coffin
Rush and remind of the shipwreck of youth
And the cries for God are no more.
There is this vow of vengeance uncofinable
By prison and sees beyond the long years
The calloused pain to point out
The exact moment when the dispenser of revenge
Yields his place to this promise.
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Nice imagery, I found it quite intense. Although it appears to be a short poem in form I found the rythmn slow, because of the weight of the words and their meaning especially in the first stanza. I'll definitely be looking out for more of your work.
This is really good. (I wonder if it was inspired by the movie The Count of Monte Cristo?) I loved the movie and this piece is a great tribute to it (if that's okay to say). Whether you wrote it in reflection of the movie or not, it's good. Great imagery. Great use of words. Yvylyn
