The 4 Seasons - "Season" 3 - Loneliness

He watches the sun burn down the west
And he lets his mind dwell on the past
His memory drifts back thousands of years
To a time where he thought it would all last

At that time, he thought he had it all
A wife, a son, a beautiful home
Work was aplenty and so was love
Now all lay scattered, shrouded and torn

How ironic that life was his curse
He was doomed to exist forever
Life after life he embodies and lives
Detesting his lonely endeavour

Alone he is, and alone he lives
Every relationship is fleeting
The sinews of his shadowy heart
Grow weary with every beating

Onward he moves, living his life
Emptiness gnawing at his soul
No way to end his cursed life
The bells of infinity take their toll

Loneliness is a cancer that grows witin
Eating into our flesh with relish
Fire and brimstone lack its wrath
Reducing us to the state of the hellish

The 4 Seasons - "Season" 2 - Envy

Green is the feral glow in his eyes
As He stalks his unwary prey
With the stealth of a cat He moves
He will take what she has today

His body tingles at the mere thought
Of what he will possess after
He craves the periphery of her form
At the vision, He supresses His laughter

He stops her, requesting for help
"My arm is broken", He says
Unsuspecting, the young girl obliges
Oh what a price, she pays

A sickening thud pierces the night
She falls down, blank
A quadruped silently watches her body
As He drags it into His van

It is finished, the job is done
He is wearing that which He craved
Next morning, another Skin He sees
Arouses His desire depraved

We covet what we see everyday
Green desire within us will burn
Envy rips us right to the bone
Our very sanity it doth govern

The 4 Seasons - "Season" 1 - Anger

It starts slowly, deep within
From the very depths of the soul
The twisted sinews of a heart wounded
Unhealing scars that take their toll

Blades flashing, the oppresors ravag'd
As he stood helplessly watching
The behemoths smiled with blood-stained teeth
As he felt in his veins the boiling

He shudders at the memory
Of the pain, blood and gore
A blood-curling vengeance takes shape in his mind
He will leave them tattered and torn

He feels not the pool of blood
In which he was left to die
A grim smile spreads over his lips
At the knowledge that he will survive

Strange how Anger gives us strength
In times when all goes wrong
'Tis anger that lends the tune
And meaning to life's morbid song

The 4 Seasons

This is a short introductory passage to present to you all, "The 4 Seasons".....

I'm writing what I consider my Magnum Opus. Antonio Vivaldi wrote a series of concertos called The 4 Seasons, exploiting the violin to the extent humanly possible. I am writing a series with the same name, dealing with four emotions. Its a poetic tribute to Emotion in itself, but you know me, I write only dark stuff so my four seasons are nothing but 4 emotions which are Anger, Envy, Loneliness and Fear.

What I am doing is writing four separate poems, and therefore four separate stories which have these emotions linked to them. the last stanza of each poem will explain what role the emotion plays in the story, so to speak. The first one will be on my favourite emotion, Anger......From there, lets see where it goes.....

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