Poem: Midnight Sun

[Samedy]

I would like some feedback on this poem. I am thinking of presenting it at a Poetry thingy at the end of May.

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Midnight Sun

 

accross the horizon a spirit breaks,

A casting gray light,

Foretelling of fate.

 

A light of cold,

As midnight comes,

An unholy sight,

The midnight sun.

 

It turns the world around it,

A dull blue gray,

Creating a biting breeze,

The one of pained fate.

 

When you first feel it,

This light of embrace,

A warmth beneath your skin,

A luring exchange.

 

But this is a betrayal,

This warmth that you feel,

Is of your goodness being taken,

The taking concealed.

 

The warmth against your skin,

Is not what it seems.

It will leave you empty

A shell of what could have been.

 

The midnight sun

Will entrance and take away,

Taking all that is good

And leaving you to decay.

 

It will corrode your heart,

And leave you cold

Showing you a path,

Compelling you to go.

 

The path that it shows you,

is that of gothic nightmares,

Where darkness dwells

Living on fears

 

And on this path, you will see;

Your mistakes,

Your failings,

And a future to be.

 

The cold gray light will wear at your soul.

Leaving you empty,

And nowhere to go.

 

It will only show you,

The path it has made,

Ignoring all means and possibilities,

Nowhere to escape.

 

The midnight sun will lead you through

Shutting you in a world of hopelessness

So cruel.

 

For as long as you cast your gaze upon this light,

The midnight sun you cannot fight,

You are a prisoner of its fate.

Blinded, forsaken.

The life you exchanged.

 

You won’t see the lives of those that you’ve affected,

The ones of admiration,

Feelings and hearts indebted.

 

So close your eyes,

Don’t give into its power.

See the world around you,

And what it has to offer.

 

Building opportunities,

From your strength within.

The power to create a world,

And begin again

 

There is not just the one path revealed,

There are many fates,

Resting at your heels.

 

The future is open,

A gift at your hand,

Which way will you take it?

A fate to be had.

 

Ignore the midnight sun,

And the future it tells,

It is of illusions,

No logic, don’t fall for it’s spell

 

The fabled fate it showed you,

Was that of lies and deceit,

To make you fall,

Break you at your knees.

 

Do not worry,

You can stand,

Create your own path

Your future to have.