Violence Is A Dark Magic

As ancient and instinctual
as sex.
It throbs and pulses
through the ages.
Wormhole-ing and devouring
important chunks
out of Destiny’s map.
From ‘Spider and Fly’,
schoolyard ‘Sticks and Stones’
through the explosive passions of Love,
to the language of War
in the name of God,
King, Country and… excuses.
It has no Master,
pity or mercy,
feeds and refuels
the same from both
weak and strong.
Dwells in Karma’s blindside,
there are no Heroes
in the face of its havoc,
Martyrs are still dead victims.
A destructive energy,
channelled but never ruled,
a free-flowing Dark Magic
invisibly cobwebbing the Earth,
ever watchful
for the next Fool
to give into Anger and Spite
and become a Vessel for its Forming.

Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography
published in many publications around the world. He yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids
instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet.
Buy his books Scribblings Of A Madman (Lit Fest Press); Poetry From The Nearest Barstool; and a split poetry book The Raven And The Vagabond Heart with Bethany W Pope. You can also read his poems and stories here! Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul’s website.

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