Friday

[deird_lj]

Black Friday, day of mourning
Black Friday, day of death
By tomorrow morning's dawning
You will be bereft of breath

When did you choose this moment?
When did you decide this day?
Surely, in your gorgeous glory
You could find another way

Black Friday, day of sorrows
Black Friday, day of tears
This death's insanely painful
Crucifixion feels like years

What good can come from heartache?
What end comes from these means?
Red blood can make us white
Dirty death can make us clean

Black Friday, day of madness
Black Friday, day of fools
Even evil's eager plots
Are subject to the master's tools

Why did this day surprise us?
What were we waiting for?
Your plans did not disguise
These things that shake us to the core

Black Friday, day of planning
Black Friday, day of dreams
Earth bows in awe-filled silence
To your own accomplished schemes

Black Friday, day of triumph
Black Friday, death is done
Black Friday lives as memory
Of the day salvation won

Comments

[taiba.livejournal.com]

Very, very good. Your poems are always wonderful to read.

[mauvedragon.livejournal.com]

For some reason the song "The Killing Tree" by Paul Coleman Trio strikes me as relevant.

[fireflyfaery.livejournal.com]

It's lovely to see your poetry again, Maryanne! I haven't seen any in a long time. I love the clever change from the negative to positive imagery. :)

[debris4spike]

Black Friday, day of triumph
Black Friday, death is done
Black Friday lives as memory
Of the day salvation won

Amen - Thanks for that.