Dark are the thoughts of man 
Black are the deeds of man
Black is the dog that ere follows me
Deeper into the pit I fall
Downwards , ever downwards
Agony sweet agony 
how I long for your demise
The lifting of this curse 
Cannot but set me free
For alas the curse is set in stone 
And , then ,only I can atone 
Cursed be those foul fates
And for me………
Only death awaits.

A poem by Jamie Davis ,so not my words but……..Have you met the Black Dog?Has he followed you late at night, in your dreams or in your mind?
He is cunning, and will lie in wait,
until he senses the time is right.Then when you least expect it, he will pounce,
taking your freedom, your confidence, your courage.
Once he has you in his bite, he will control your life.
He will make you do things you never thought you could or should.Those who have not met the Black Dog will not understand where you are,
or who you are, and they will not know where to find you, or your soul.
They will just see a different person, and won't know why.
They will still care, still love you, and try to understand you.But you have the Black Dog, he is your new friend.
He holds the power, and gives you his strength,
but his strength will bleed you dry.He will show you the way to your new life,
but this new life you cannot sustain,
In the end you will put out your hand for help,
and those that love you will release you from the Black Dog's bite.But beware of the Black Dog, as he will always be there,
hiding and lurking somewhere.
You must respect the Black Dog, and be at the ready,
don't let him get you, don't let him win.Now you hold the power, and you make the rules,
and, should that Black Dog cross your path,
you will know how to fight to redeem your life,
'cause that Black Dog is never as strong as the person he bites.

Pagan wrote:

Dark are the thoughts of man 
Black are the deeds of man
Black is the dog that ere follows me
Deeper into the pit I fall
Downwards , ever downwards
Agony sweet agony 
how I long for your demise
The lifting of this curse 
Cannot but set me free
For alas the curse is set in stone 
And , then ,only I can atone 
Cursed be those foul fates
And for me………
Only death awaits.
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Wow Pagan very powerful, are you the author? 
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Plagiarism isn’t my thing Ace , all my own work.

Its very good Pagan, keep the inspirations coming. Have you publish them in a book or pages?

Had one published in my school magazine once many years ago. Don’t write as much as I used to and most of what I write now is pretty dark stuff as I find the best way to get it out of my head is to write it down.

Poetry and other forms of writing do help people to deal with situations. Takes your mind and soul to unusual places and helps express your thoughts and feelings. I have participated as a listener in various poetry readings online. Had a friend from Argentina she drafted beautiful poems, and an old DF player name Ziza also wrote fabulous poems. Always enjoy and feel privileged when they let me read their work. Writers’ minds most definitely work different than ours. Sometimes I say wow….and others I say like wait what? It is a beautiful art form and a gift. Hoping to read more.
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Doomed
Doomed ….doomed am I
Cursed to remain in this strickened land
Black with the rotting bodies of the dead
Friend and foe alike
The putrid stench of blood still clings to my sword.
My shield is rent by mighty blows
Armour torn from my body
By enemies slain by mine own hand.

No more shall I delight in sight of clear blue sea
No more to forage the woods of home
No more to kiss the face of my beloved
For she is gone from me...my love…my love.
Doomed…doomed, am I in this land of the dead
For I shall not leave my fallen comrades
N’ere even the foulest foe ,
Who caused my everlasting woe!
For this is hell and…...I am …….dead!

Pagan wrote:

Doomed
Doomed ….doomed am I
Cursed to remain in this strickened land
Black with the rotting bodies of the dead
Friend and foe alike
The putrid stench of blood still clings to my sword.
My shield is rent by mighty blows
Armour torn from my body
By enemies slain by mine own hand.

No more shall I delight in sight of clear blue sea
No more to forage the woods of home
No more to kiss the face of my beloved
For she is gone from me...my love…my love.
Doomed…doomed, am I in this land of the dead
For I shall not leave my fallen comrades
N’ere even the foulest foe ,
Who caused my everlasting woe!
For this is hell and…...I am …….dead!
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.Very impressive work Pagan, you are very good. 
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