Immortal Path. by Anthony King

       

I drink a toast to kindred fools

That cast shadow at my door,

Those who've choose the different path,

Who wanted something more.

To they that scoff at bloody moons

Who walk their life alone?

Unafraid to face the night,

Where demons surely roam.

For into the darkness press they may,

To prey on blameless souls…

To vindicate the bloody thirst

With vengeance to be whole.

So, pray for those afflicted

Who keep the night alive

For immortalities silent wait..

May come for you tonight.

-Antony King © 2016

Antony King is a writer/ poet from Eastern Kentucky. Antony spent his formal years in Cleveland Ohio where he underwent private instruction in The Arts, Music, and Literature. His love of the classics guided him to poetry and fueled his passion for writing. After art school, Antony spent 22 years in the world of advertising, and design. He began honing his skills both as a writer, and an artist. Antony is a proud member of several poetry groups and has been published in SpillWord Press, PPPEzine, and Piker press to name a few. He has also had the honor to have his works read in the UK.