I wrote this two years ago. Do you like my old poem?

Question

Black Snow
The sun retreats to its cave
Once again, chaos reigns.
The daemons play havoc on my dear sanity
The ebony flakes land on my skin
Burning with a dying flame.
I hear the call of Hell once more
Beckoning my reluctant destiny
I must enjoy what I have on this Earth
For I shall inhale the ashes once again.
Day has fallen, another night come
The black chariots galloping near
The phantom reality of my tangible dreams
The snowflakes have fallen.
Can you feel the shards burrowing into my skin?
Rooting deeper and deeper
Burning, scorching, feeding,
Consuming my fuel
Laughing my tears to the surface
As I stoke the fire
It’s just a bad dream, I think to myself
I’ll never come back here again
I awaken and know, I pretend to ignore
I’ve only just found a retreat from real life
The snowflakes are watery, gentle, and cold
I can hide out here for a lifetime or so
Then it’s back, back to real life
Where the only love is fire
Down in the black flurries.

Answer 1

I like your imagery, especially ebony flakes and black snow. Last night I read a book about Picasso, there is a quote by Igor Stravinsky; this is what the famous composer said: "What Picasso achieved was wonderful, and I can hardly say what made me most enthusiastic, the colors, the spatial design, or the astonishing theatrical instinct of this exceptional artist". Now, you and I are certainly no Picasso's. But, if you can paint a picture with words, if someone else can read those words and it paints a picture in their mind...then you are on your way!. Thanks for sharing your writing with the world, it takes courage to do that. Pax.

Answer 2

good stuf. worth my 2 points.

Answer 3

i like it. it's good