When Demons Rage


passions from a
common source
sorrow to joy,
of life, good and ill,
the mystery, the torrent,
red, ’round me roll’d
the lightning flying by
the thunder, the storm,
when heaven was blue,
a demon in view


A Black Out Poem for MindLoveMisery’sMenagerie Sunday Writing Prompt based on the poem below, “Alone” by Edgar Allen Poe


From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring— 
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrowI could not awaken
My heart
to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy lifewas drawn
From ev’ry depth of
good and ill
The mystery which binds me still— 
From the torrent, or the fountain— 
From the red cliff of the mountain— 
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold— 
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by
From the thunder, and the storm
And the cloud that took the form 
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view


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