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  1. 🥀 Dark poetry doesn't begin and end with blood and graveyards.

    Nightmare Poetry welcomes the gothic, supernatural, psychological darkness, grief, folklore, the uncanny and plenty more besides.

    Two poems are selected each month for publication in the next Dark Descent.

    ✍️ Submit through the Dark Forum:
    darkholmepublishing.uk/darkfor

    #DarkPoetry #HorrorPoetry #AmWriting #WritingCommunity

  2. 🥀 Dark poetry doesn't begin and end with blood and graveyards.

    Nightmare Poetry welcomes the gothic, supernatural, psychological darkness, grief, folklore, the uncanny and plenty more besides.

    Two poems are selected each month for publication in the next Dark Descent.

    ✍️ Submit through the Dark Forum:
    darkholmepublishing.uk/darkfor

    #DarkPoetry #HorrorPoetry #AmWriting #WritingCommunity

  3. 🥀 Dark poetry doesn't begin and end with blood and graveyards.

    Nightmare Poetry welcomes the gothic, supernatural, psychological darkness, grief, folklore, the uncanny and plenty more besides.

    Two poems are selected each month for publication in the next Dark Descent.

    ✍️ Submit through the Dark Forum:
    darkholmepublishing.uk/darkfor

    #DarkPoetry #HorrorPoetry #AmWriting #WritingCommunity

  4. ...
    Finally I understand
    The feelings of the few
    Ashes and diamonds
    Foe and friend
    We were all equal
    In the end

    <youtu.be/P_m2CZU9vdk>

    (A 2020 recording.)

    #DarkPoetry
    #PinkFloyd
    #RogerWaters

  5. ...
    Finally I understand
    The feelings of the few
    Ashes and diamonds
    Foe and friend
    We were all equal
    In the end

    <youtu.be/P_m2CZU9vdk>

    (A 2020 recording.)

    #DarkPoetry
    #PinkFloyd
    #RogerWaters

  6. ...
    Finally I understand
    The feelings of the few
    Ashes and diamonds
    Foe and friend
    We were all equal
    In the end

    <youtu.be/P_m2CZU9vdk>

    (A 2020 recording.)

    #DarkPoetry
    #PinkFloyd
    #RogerWaters

  7. ...
    Finally I understand
    The feelings of the few
    Ashes and diamonds
    Foe and friend
    We were all equal
    In the end

    <youtu.be/P_m2CZU9vdk>

    (A 2020 recording.)

    #DarkPoetry
    #PinkFloyd
    #RogerWaters

  8. ...
    Finally I understand
    The feelings of the few
    Ashes and diamonds
    Foe and friend
    We were all equal
    In the end

    <youtu.be/P_m2CZU9vdk>

    (A 2020 recording.)

    #DarkPoetry
    #PinkFloyd
    #RogerWaters

  9. Two Suns in the Sunset
    by Roger Waters

    In my rearview mirror
    The sun is going down
    Sinking behind bridges in the road
    I think of all the good things
    That we have left undone
    And I suffer premonitions
    Confirm suspicions
    Of the holocaust to come

    The rusty wire that holds the cork that keeps the anger in
    Gives way
    And suddenly
    It's day again
    The sun is in the east
    Even though the day is done
    Two suns in the sunset
    Could be the human race is run

    (Pink Floyd, The Final Cut, 1982)

    #DarkPoetry
    #PinkFloyd
    #RogerWaters

  10. Two Suns in the Sunset
    by Roger Waters

    In my rearview mirror
    The sun is going down
    Sinking behind bridges in the road
    I think of all the good things
    That we have left undone
    And I suffer premonitions
    Confirm suspicions
    Of the holocaust to come

    The rusty wire that holds the cork that keeps the anger in
    Gives way
    And suddenly
    It's day again
    The sun is in the east
    Even though the day is done
    Two suns in the sunset
    Could be the human race is run

    (Pink Floyd, The Final Cut, 1982)

    #DarkPoetry
    #PinkFloyd
    #RogerWaters

  11. Two Suns in the Sunset
    by Roger Waters

    In my rearview mirror
    The sun is going down
    Sinking behind bridges in the road
    I think of all the good things
    That we have left undone
    And I suffer premonitions
    Confirm suspicions
    Of the holocaust to come

    The rusty wire that holds the cork that keeps the anger in
    Gives way
    And suddenly
    It's day again
    The sun is in the east
    Even though the day is done
    Two suns in the sunset
    Could be the human race is run

    (Pink Floyd, The Final Cut, 1982)

    #DarkPoetry
    #PinkFloyd
    #RogerWaters

  12. Two Suns in the Sunset
    by Roger Waters

    In my rearview mirror
    The sun is going down
    Sinking behind bridges in the road
    I think of all the good things
    That we have left undone
    And I suffer premonitions
    Confirm suspicions
    Of the holocaust to come

    The rusty wire that holds the cork that keeps the anger in
    Gives way
    And suddenly
    It's day again
    The sun is in the east
    Even though the day is done
    Two suns in the sunset
    Could be the human race is run

    (Pink Floyd, The Final Cut, 1982)

    #DarkPoetry
    #PinkFloyd
    #RogerWaters

  13. Two Suns in the Sunset
    by Roger Waters

    In my rearview mirror
    The sun is going down
    Sinking behind bridges in the road
    I think of all the good things
    That we have left undone
    And I suffer premonitions
    Confirm suspicions
    Of the holocaust to come

    The rusty wire that holds the cork that keeps the anger in
    Gives way
    And suddenly
    It's day again
    The sun is in the east
    Even though the day is done
    Two suns in the sunset
    Could be the human race is run

    (Pink Floyd, The Final Cut, 1982)

    #DarkPoetry
    #PinkFloyd
    #RogerWaters

  14. This Mined Mind of Mine

    This mind of mine
    is a mine
    mined with mines,

    bombs bombing
    balmy balms,

    static coms,
    erratic ROMs,

    a spinning sinning din of
    fractured psalms.

    Soul soloing
    solely on wounded soles,

    moldy moles
    modifying holes,

    digging shrews,
    rigging news,

    a sonic bubonic tonic of
    the unamused.

    Eye on the I,
    I’d hide from I,
    why try,

    eye, I,
    open wide,

    what’s inside,
    now out,
    look about,

    shouting shout,
    spouting sprouts,

    broken limbs,
    token Sims,

    a brimming skimming hymn of
    the grim.

    Blinding binds,
    blinds behind signs,

    warped windows,
    skin grows,

    transparent parent
    gelling jellos,

    a churning yearning turning of
    buried cellos.

    Nerve serving curve
    of the mortal swerve,

    a word herd stirred,
    a buried blurred bird,

    sudden flight,
    sodden fright,

    a scattered battered bat of
    the tattered night.

    Hands in the sand,
    unplanned manned strands
    of what once was grand,

    keeps collapse,
    seeps relapse,

    in the laps of
    the lambasted land,

    vain veins
    veined in clay,

    waiting gray,
    weighty water
    washing away,

    a dim lit hymn-bit limb of
    decay.

    Still—

    slurping krill,
    burping bill,

    Be still,
    be still,

    not my will,
    but thine,

    new wine,
    do dine,

    demining
    this mined heart of mine,

    never mine,
    ever kind,

    sever the binding line,

    and I,
    eye,

    am no longer
    blind.

    #BeStill #ContemporaryPoetry #DarkPoetry #deconstruction #experimentalPoetry #Faith #fracturedMind #gothicPoetry #Healing #Identity #innerTurmoil #internalRhyme #mentalLandscape #metaphor #mindAsMinefield #NotMyWillButThine #Poetry #Prayer #Psalms #psychologicalPoetry #rhyme #self #soul #spiritualStruggle #SpokenWord #strangePoetry #StreamOfConsciousness #surrealPoetry #surrealism #surrender #Wordplay
  15. Monday Morning Musings

    Even with fresh faces, sitting high in a tower, people still look small. We elect stewards and receive only landlords. The architecture doesn’t change. Welcome to the dream.

    jlgang.wordpress.com/2026/09/1

  16. Monday Morning Musings

    Even with fresh faces, sitting high in a tower, people still look small. We elect stewards and receive only landlords. The architecture doesn’t change. Welcome to the dream.

    jlgang.wordpress.com/2026/09/1

  17. Monday Morning Musings

    Even with fresh faces, sitting high in a tower, people still look small. We elect stewards and receive only landlords. The architecture doesn’t change. Welcome to the dream.

    jlgang.wordpress.com/2026/09/1

  18. Monday Morning Musings

    Even with fresh faces, sitting high in a tower, people still look small. We elect stewards and receive only landlords. The architecture doesn’t change. Welcome to the dream.

    jlgang.wordpress.com/2026/09/1

  19. Monday Morning Musings

    Even with fresh faces, sitting high in a tower, people still look small. We elect stewards and receive only landlords. The architecture doesn’t change. Welcome to the dream.

    jlgang.wordpress.com/2026/09/1

  20. ✮ Lady Green Sat on a Cob ✮

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  21. ✮ Lady Green Sat on a Cob ✮

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  22. ✮ Lady Green Sat on a Cob ✮

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    Become a paid subscriber to get access to the rest of this post and other exclusive content.

    Subscribe #AbsurdistPoetry #Alienation #AutumnAtmosphere #BeautyAndPain #books #BrokenSouls #BrokennessAndBeauty #ChildhoodLoss #ClassCriticism #ClassicalAllusion #ClimateAnxiety #CommunityGrief #ContemporaryPoetry #CreativeWriting #CrowsAndRavens #DarkHumor #DarkPoetry #Dehumanization #DisasterPoetry #EmotionalFragility #EmotionalPoetry #EnvironmentalGrief #Erwinism #ExistentialPoetry #ExperimentalPoetry #FailedLeadership #FloodTragedy #ForestPoetry #ForgottenCommunities #ForgottenVictims #FreeVerse #FYP #GentrificationCritique #GothicAtmosphere #GriefAndResilience #GriefPoetry #HumanVulnerability #IdentityCrisis #IdentityPoetry #Imperfection #InnerSuffering #Inspiration #IntrospectivePoetry #Learning #Life #LiteraryArts #LiteraryCriticism #LiteraryPoetry #LossAndTrauma #Love #LyricalPoetry #MarginalizedVoices #MaternalGrief #MediaSpectacle #MetaPoetry #MetaphoricalWriting #ModernPoetry #Motivation #MountainMetaphor #MourningAndMemory #MultiverseImagery #NatureImagery #PerceptionAndReality #Personification #Poem #PoemAboutPoetry #Poems #PoeticProse #PoeticSatire #PoeticVoice #Poetry #PoliticalNeglect #PoliticalPoetry #PoliticalSatire #PovertyAndInequality #Progress #PsychologicalConflict #PublicTragedy #RuralSurrealism #SocialAlienation #SocialCommentaryPoetry #SocialInjustice #SomethingIsAlwaysBrokenWithYou #SpringImagery #StylizedGrief #StylizedLanguage #SurrealImagery #Synesthesia #SystemicNeglect #ThePoemGuy #UlyssesAllusion #VividImagery #Writing
  23. CW: CW: fascism, genocide, dehumanisation, violence, death

    I wrote a poem again.

    And, well… this one crawled out of a considerably darker corner of the basement.

    It deals with fascism, genocide, dehumanisation, violence, death, and some other subjects that really ought to come with a warning label and a small cup of tea. Hence the CW for this post...

    I do like that poem. Quite a lot, actually.

    Writing it was cathartic. Sometimes the things that fester in your head need to be dragged into the light, given a name, and made to sit quietly on the page instead.

    Whether I publish it is another question.

    I’m still deciding whether this particular little monster belongs in public, or whether it should remain locked in the cupboard where I keep the other things I write when the world gets particularly unbearable.

    I'll give you one small look:

    We are not your citizens.
    We are not your subjects.
    We are what you get
    when the hunted grow teeth.

    What do you think?
    🖤

    #Poetry #DarkPoetry #PoliticalPoetry #AntiFascist #NeverAgain #QueerPoetry #WritingAsCatharsis #WordsMatter

  24. CW: CW: fascism, genocide, dehumanisation, violence, death

    I wrote a poem again.

    And, well… this one crawled out of a considerably darker corner of the basement.

    It deals with fascism, genocide, dehumanisation, violence, death, and some other subjects that really ought to come with a warning label and a small cup of tea. Hence the CW for this post...

    I do like that poem. Quite a lot, actually.

    Writing it was cathartic. Sometimes the things that fester in your head need to be dragged into the light, given a name, and made to sit quietly on the page instead.

    Whether I publish it is another question.

    I’m still deciding whether this particular little monster belongs in public, or whether it should remain locked in the cupboard where I keep the other things I write when the world gets particularly unbearable.

    I'll give you one small look:

    We are not your citizens.
    We are not your subjects.
    We are what you get
    when the hunted grow teeth.

    What do you think?
    🖤

    #Poetry #DarkPoetry #PoliticalPoetry #AntiFascist #NeverAgain #QueerPoetry #WritingAsCatharsis #WordsMatter

  25. CW: CW: fascism, genocide, dehumanisation, violence, death

    I wrote a poem again.

    And, well… this one crawled out of a considerably darker corner of the basement.

    It deals with fascism, genocide, dehumanisation, violence, death, and some other subjects that really ought to come with a warning label and a small cup of tea. Hence the CW for this post...

    I do like that poem. Quite a lot, actually.

    Writing it was cathartic. Sometimes the things that fester in your head need to be dragged into the light, given a name, and made to sit quietly on the page instead.

    Whether I publish it is another question.

    I’m still deciding whether this particular little monster belongs in public, or whether it should remain locked in the cupboard where I keep the other things I write when the world gets particularly unbearable.

    I'll give you one small look:

    We are not your citizens.
    We are not your subjects.
    We are what you get
    when the hunted grow teeth.

    What do you think?
    🖤

    #Poetry #DarkPoetry #PoliticalPoetry #AntiFascist #NeverAgain #QueerPoetry #WritingAsCatharsis #WordsMatter

  26. Fearing Figments

    everything is so soft
    it seems as if you are floating
    like a feather
    lying on the air

    the darkness rises slowly
    you see a room before you
    thinly lit with moonlight
    a form materializes
    out of the darkness

    it is pale
    pale as a ghost
    a ghost!

    you freeze
    sweat dripping
    down your face
    you close your eyes

    something soft touches your shoulder

    you jump

    you are falling
    falling
    falling

    bump!

    you hit something hard
    your bedroom floor
    you rebuke yourself

    scared of your own pillow
    and a shirt thrown over a chair

    From the collection “Words at 16 (1983)”

    #1983 #atmosphericWriting #bedroomNightmare #childhoodFear #DarkPoetry #dreamLogic #dreamPoem #eeriePoetry #fallingDream #Fear #fearAndImagination #fearPoem #ghostPoem #gothicPoetry #hauntedRoom #haunting #Imagination #kmlsPoetry #moonlight #pillowGhost #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #psychologicalHorror #shadows #spookyPoem #strangePoetry #surrealPoetry #uncanny #visualPoetry #WordPressTagsForThePoemNightmarePoem #Writing
  27. Fearing Figments

    everything is so soft
    it seems as if you are floating
    like a feather
    lying on the air

    the darkness rises slowly
    you see a room before you
    thinly lit with moonlight
    a form materializes
    out of the darkness

    it is pale
    pale as a ghost
    a ghost!

    you freeze
    sweat dripping
    down your face
    you close your eyes

    something soft touches your shoulder

    you jump

    you are falling
    falling
    falling

    bump!

    you hit something hard
    your bedroom floor
    you rebuke yourself

    scared of your own pillow
    and a shirt thrown over a chair

    From the collection “Words at 16 (1983)”

    #1983 #atmosphericWriting #bedroomNightmare #childhoodFear #DarkPoetry #dreamLogic #dreamPoem #eeriePoetry #fallingDream #Fear #fearAndImagination #fearPoem #ghostPoem #gothicPoetry #hauntedRoom #haunting #Imagination #kmlsPoetry #moonlight #pillowGhost #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #psychologicalHorror #shadows #spookyPoem #strangePoetry #surrealPoetry #uncanny #visualPoetry #WordPressTagsForThePoemNightmarePoem #Writing
  28. Fearing Figments

    everything is so soft
    it seems as if you are floating
    like a feather
    lying on the air

    the darkness rises slowly
    you see a room before you
    thinly lit with moonlight
    a form materializes
    out of the darkness

    it is pale
    pale as a ghost
    a ghost!

    you freeze
    sweat dripping
    down your face
    you close your eyes

    something soft touches your shoulder

    you jump

    you are falling
    falling
    falling

    bump!

    you hit something hard
    your bedroom floor
    you rebuke yourself

    scared of your own pillow
    and a shirt thrown over a chair

    From the collection “Words at 16 (1983)”

    #1983 #atmosphericWriting #bedroomNightmare #childhoodFear #DarkPoetry #dreamLogic #dreamPoem #eeriePoetry #fallingDream #Fear #fearAndImagination #fearPoem #ghostPoem #gothicPoetry #hauntedRoom #haunting #Imagination #kmlsPoetry #moonlight #pillowGhost #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #psychologicalHorror #shadows #spookyPoem #strangePoetry #surrealPoetry #uncanny #visualPoetry #WordPressTagsForThePoemNightmarePoem #Writing
  29. Fearing Figments

    everything is so soft
    it seems as if you are floating
    like a feather
    lying on the air

    the darkness rises slowly
    you see a room before you
    thinly lit with moonlight
    a form materializes
    out of the darkness

    it is pale
    pale as a ghost
    a ghost!

    you freeze
    sweat dripping
    down your face
    you close your eyes

    something soft touches your shoulder

    you jump

    you are falling
    falling
    falling

    bump!

    you hit something hard
    your bedroom floor
    you rebuke yourself

    scared of your own pillow
    and a shirt thrown over a chair

    From the collection “Words at 16 (1983)”

    #1983 #atmosphericWriting #bedroomNightmare #childhoodFear #DarkPoetry #dreamLogic #dreamPoem #eeriePoetry #fallingDream #Fear #fearAndImagination #fearPoem #ghostPoem #gothicPoetry #hauntedRoom #haunting #Imagination #kmlsPoetry #moonlight #pillowGhost #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #psychologicalHorror #shadows #spookyPoem #strangePoetry #surrealPoetry #uncanny #visualPoetry #WordPressTagsForThePoemNightmarePoem #Writing
  30. glimpsing god

    the heart pigment of
    plundered poetry, decides
    my soul is a glimpse

    a shrapnel of words
    until the day my
    mind is shattering

    my red rimmed eyes are
    seeding the secret soil
    into solid earth

    spider walking air
    paper laced into my hair
    spins the silver sphere

    the tall grasses poised
    the birds dancing into
    the rose horizon

    spirit of the hours
    gradually I cast my prayers
    into the river

    in the sight of love
    I’m the clown ambassador
    salt the snow for stars

    many tongues and gods
    the melting water flowers
    in the morning steam

    wind blurs the blackbirds
    crying their mysterious
    glimpses of a god
    #DarkPoetry #Spirituality #Nature #Surrealism #Depression
  31. glimpsing god

    the heart pigment of
    plundered poetry, decides
    my soul is a glimpse

    a shrapnel of words
    until the day my
    mind is shattering

    my red rimmed eyes are
    seeding the secret soil
    into solid earth

    spider walking air
    paper laced into my hair
    spins the silver sphere

    the tall grasses poised
    the birds dancing into
    the rose horizon

    spirit of the hours
    gradually I cast my prayers
    into the river

    in the sight of love
    I’m the clown ambassador
    salt the snow for stars

    many tongues and gods
    the melting water flowers
    in the morning steam

    wind blurs the blackbirds
    crying their mysterious
    glimpses of a god
    #DarkPoetry #Depression #Nature #Spirituality #Surrealism
  32. glimpsing god

    the heart pigment of
    plundered poetry, decides
    my soul is a glimpse

    a shrapnel of words
    until the day my
    mind is shattering

    my red rimmed eyes are
    seeding the secret soil
    into solid earth

    spider walking air
    paper laced into my hair
    spins the silver sphere

    the tall grasses poised
    the birds dancing into
    the rose horizon

    spirit of the hours
    gradually I cast my prayers
    into the river

    in the sight of love
    I’m the clown ambassador
    salt the snow for stars

    many tongues and gods
    the melting water flowers
    in the morning steam

    wind blurs the blackbirds
    crying their mysterious
    glimpses of a god
    #DarkPoetry #Spirituality #Nature #Surrealism #Depression
  33. glimpsing god

    the heart pigment of
    plundered poetry, decides
    my soul is a glimpse

    a shrapnel of words
    until the day my
    mind is shattering

    my red rimmed eyes are
    seeding the secret soil
    into solid earth

    spider walking air
    paper laced into my hair
    spins the silver sphere

    the tall grasses poised
    the birds dancing into
    the rose horizon

    spirit of the hours
    gradually I cast my prayers
    into the river

    in the sight of love
    I’m the clown ambassador
    salt the snow for stars

    many tongues and gods
    the melting water flowers
    in the morning steam

    wind blurs the blackbirds
    crying their mysterious
    glimpses of a god
    #DarkPoetry #Spirituality #Nature #Surrealism #Depression
  34. glimpsing god

    the heart pigment of
    plundered poetry, decides
    my soul is a glimpse

    a shrapnel of words
    until the day my
    mind is shattering

    my red rimmed eyes are
    seeding the secret soil
    into solid earth

    spider walking air
    paper laced into my hair
    spins the silver sphere

    the tall grasses poised
    the birds dancing into
    the rose horizon

    spirit of the hours
    gradually I cast my prayers
    into the river

    in the sight of love
    I’m the clown ambassador
    salt the snow for stars

    many tongues and gods
    the melting water flowers
    in the morning steam

    wind blurs the blackbirds
    crying their mysterious
    glimpses of a god
    #DarkPoetry #Depression #Nature #Spirituality #Surrealism
  35. Vengeful Woman

    This poem was first published in March 2023. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how a single person’s bitterness can actually derail an entire country, and that’s really what pushed me to write "Vengeful Woman." ​When I look at the political landscape today, I see this terrifying trend where personal vendettas start to look like the state policy. In this poem, I wanted to capture the persona of a so-called leader who has completely lost the plot—someone who doesn't care […]

    shahblog1.wordpress.com/2026/0

  36. stewartstaffordblog @stewartstaffordblog.wordpress.com@stewartstaffordblog.wordpress.com ·

    The Lowest Bid


    The Lowest Bid by Stewart Stafford

    The sceptre is cast to the shivering sea
    with divine ordinance, codes of chivalry.
    A blinding vision of the fallen from on high,
    New roving dregs with a scavenger’s eye.

    Yield up the light, coax out the dying flame,
    Punishment for crimes revokes your name.
    Was freedom built on ancient delusion?
    It persists as the architect’s cold conclusion.

    The most degrading and painful descent
    is the one to the lower “kingdom” crescent,
    Shadow throne invoked by seditious implication.
    Collusion not coercion, mummified by mediation.

    Trust not the expedient offer, the beatific start —
    They can only embalm the chasms of the heart.

    © 2026 Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.

    #Angel #Angels #Anger #Arrogance #DarkFantasy #DarkPoetry #Defiance #Devil #FallenAngels #God #Hades #Hell #Hubris #Lucifer #Milton #Nephilim #ParadiseLost #Poem #poems #Poetry #Pride #Prophecy #Prophetic #Satan #StewartStaffordPoems #TheFallen #War #WarInHeaven
  37. stewartstaffordblog @stewartstaffordblog.wordpress.com@stewartstaffordblog.wordpress.com ·

    The Lowest Bid


    The Lowest Bid by Stewart Stafford

    The sceptre is cast to the shivering sea
    with divine ordinance, codes of chivalry.
    A blinding vision of the fallen from on high,
    New roving dregs with a scavenger’s eye.

    Yield up the light, coax out the dying flame,
    Punishment for crimes revokes your name.
    Was freedom built on ancient delusion?
    It persists as the architect’s cold conclusion.

    The most degrading and painful descent
    is the one to the lower “kingdom” crescent,
    Shadow throne invoked by seditious implication.
    Collusion not coercion, mummified by mediation.

    Trust not the expedient offer, the beatific start —
    They can only embalm the chasms of the heart.

    © 2026 Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.

    #Angel #Angels #Anger #Arrogance #DarkFantasy #DarkPoetry #Defiance #Devil #FallenAngels #God #Hades #Hell #Hubris #Lucifer #Milton #Nephilim #ParadiseLost #Poem #poems #Poetry #Pride #Prophecy #Prophetic #Satan #StewartStaffordPoems #TheFallen #War #WarInHeaven
  38. stewartstaffordblog @stewartstaffordblog.wordpress.com@stewartstaffordblog.wordpress.com ·

    The Lowest Bid


    The Lowest Bid by Stewart Stafford

    The sceptre is cast to the shivering sea
    with divine ordinance, codes of chivalry.
    A blinding vision of the fallen from on high,
    New roving dregs with a scavenger’s eye.

    Yield up the light, coax out the dying flame,
    Punishment for crimes revokes your name.
    Was freedom built on ancient delusion?
    It persists as the architect’s cold conclusion.

    The most degrading and painful descent
    is the one to the lower “kingdom” crescent,
    Shadow throne invoked by seditious implication.
    Collusion not coercion, mummified by mediation.

    Trust not the expedient offer, the beatific start —
    They can only embalm the chasms of the heart.

    © 2026 Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.

    #Angel #Angels #Anger #Arrogance #DarkFantasy #DarkPoetry #Defiance #Devil #FallenAngels #God #Hades #Hell #Hubris #Lucifer #Milton #Nephilim #ParadiseLost #Poem #poems #Poetry #Pride #Prophecy #Prophetic #Satan #StewartStaffordPoems #TheFallen #War #WarInHeaven
  39. stewartstaffordblog @stewartstaffordblog.wordpress.com@stewartstaffordblog.wordpress.com ·

    The Lowest Bid


    The Lowest Bid by Stewart Stafford

    The sceptre is cast to the shivering sea
    with divine ordinance, codes of chivalry.
    A blinding vision of the fallen from on high,
    New roving dregs with a scavenger’s eye.

    Yield up the light, coax out the dying flame,
    Punishment for crimes revokes your name.
    Was freedom built on ancient delusion?
    It persists as the architect’s cold conclusion.

    The most degrading and painful descent
    is the one to the lower “kingdom” crescent,
    Shadow throne invoked by seditious implication.
    Collusion not coercion, mummified by mediation.

    Trust not the expedient offer, the beatific start —
    They can only embalm the chasms of the heart.

    © 2026 Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.

    #Angel #Angels #Anger #Arrogance #DarkFantasy #DarkPoetry #Defiance #Devil #FallenAngels #God #Hades #Hell #Hubris #Lucifer #Milton #Nephilim #ParadiseLost #Poem #poems #Poetry #Pride #Prophecy #Prophetic #Satan #StewartStaffordPoems #TheFallen #War #WarInHeaven
  40. stewartstaffordblog @stewartstaffordblog.wordpress.com@stewartstaffordblog.wordpress.com ·

    The Lowest Bid


    The Lowest Bid by Stewart Stafford

    The sceptre is cast to the shivering sea
    with divine ordinance, codes of chivalry.
    A blinding vision of the fallen from on high,
    New roving dregs with a scavenger’s eye.

    Yield up the light, coax out the dying flame,
    Punishment for crimes revokes your name.
    Was freedom built on ancient delusion?
    It persists as the architect’s cold conclusion.

    The most degrading and painful descent
    is the one to the lower “kingdom” crescent,
    Shadow throne invoked by seditious implication.
    Collusion not coercion, mummified by mediation.

    Trust not the expedient offer, the beatific start —
    They can only embalm the chasms of the heart.

    © 2026 Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.

    #Angel #Angels #Anger #Arrogance #DarkFantasy #DarkPoetry #Defiance #Devil #FallenAngels #God #Hades #Hell #Hubris #Lucifer #Milton #Nephilim #ParadiseLost #Poem #poems #Poetry #Pride #Prophecy #Prophetic #Satan #StewartStaffordPoems #TheFallen #War #WarInHeaven