Ill Omen

  • Drink your fill, my friend

    Proceed down to test

    Your right to join the darkest crew

    And lay sad souls to rest.

    This place was once a meeting hall

    For assassins ‘twere the best

    But now’s become a playing ground

    Where dagger meets a breast.


    So have a drink, we mean no harm,

    But do not take a bed.

    Ill Omen befalls any,

    Who would dare to rest their head.


4 Comments   |   ilanisilver and 3 others like this.
  • J.D. Primrose
    J.D. Primrose   ·  July 15, 2018
    That’s a good idea, Sotek. When I have access to a computer again I’ll get on top of that. :)
  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  July 15, 2018
    Awwwooo Joshua
    You have a few poems in TSC now so why don't you put together a ToC for them all. You can add a link to each one, helping readers to see what other pieces you have made and it's a great way to highlight them.
  • Karver the Lorc
    Karver the Lorc   ·  April 8, 2018
    Great poem, perfectly capturing the vibe of the Inn by the road and its not so pleasant history. Really brings back the memories :)
  • ilanisilver
    ilanisilver   ·  April 5, 2018
    I had to read all your poems after this one. So good! I think the sonnet’s my favorite. But they’re all so beautifully written.