Fear

the poem is quite dramatic, the use of old English like " thee" and " hath " made it quite rich , but at places it is overdone.
for the nitpicking i would say-
"The darkness spite walks nigh tonight", please take care of your punctuation, in many places i found similar mistakes but this was quite vital. add a comma at the end of the line specially as you have used capital letter in the next line. moreover "nigh"? what do you mean here is not clear. perhaps some clearer thought would be better.
"For light is dead the right is left and nothing's as it seems.", again the comma error. give a comma after dead . and also is the right is still left to be tried the depression is not evident. so you may s well use "the right is lame" that would give a better sense.
"Then dawn hath come and fright must flee for death has no place in light."- you see poetry is the work of words but when you get an option embroidering your words may be a good help to attract your readers and also to emphasize your points. i suggest a comma in place of ''and '' after ''come''. and death could be in italics emphasizing your point.
the poem was really strong, i liked your though and choice of words, just take care of the few points i suggested and you will sail well.
keep writing ,
Rituparna.

Hi! My name is Dianne and I’m going to review your poem today. First off, you start out with a fantastic opening image. I also like that you kept the A rhyme for the next three lines, and that the rhyme scheme isn’t consistent and the way you use slant rhyme is also really well-developed in this poem. I loved the lines “For light is dead the right is left and nothing’s as it seems./For sighs on high give cries of lives that are lost unto the dreams:” and the way you paced the poem is also really well-developed.

The overall tone is also great, and I think you have a good handle on the language you need to use in order to establish that properly. I did have one issue, though, and that’s with the last few lines. The flow you created in the poem suddenly gets disrupted with the contraction “who’re” in the third to last line and with the word “were” in the last line. At this point in the poem, you sort of have a lyrical feel to it and these two words mess with that feel. Also, the very last part, “back to hell to dine” messes with how resonant the ending of this poem could be. Having the word “to” twice in that sentence and in such close proximity makes it awkward and uncomfortable to read.

Overall, I think this poem has some very strong features, but it does have a slight issue with flow towards the end. I think you’re a fantastic poet.

Keep writing,
Dianne

Good afternoon Dr. Numbers of blasting computer trolls. I would like to congratulate on you the imagery this piece accomplishes. That being said, let us get into it.

The first verse gives us exactly what we want the moment we read the title. A thrill, and encasement for what hold our own perceptions to horror. Blood is easily a cliche for thrilling tales, but here it is used at the right moment and in the perfect context to lure and trap us into reading more. (Save the and* typo)

Now, normally this oxymoron of the moon being bright and loss of sight would come as a intermediate prose. Though since it was so well sculpted into the script, it was more captivating to the senses than anything. Especially when complimented by the spite nearing towards us. That in itself is enough for one to shut their eyes and run, eh?

Here in these next five verses found only one confusion. Thankfully it was not there until after I went back and analyzed it for review, and again thankfully flowed so well that I almost lost it then. Which I will get into shortly. Again with an excellent use of oxymoron's to explain the validity of the unknown, and the fragrance of sound to our imagination is very well written. It is only shortly after, and again after careful consideration, I found that the fourth verse of "Nights Respite" is a distinct contrast to the whole.

To be in respite is to be relieved of the difficulties. Which in a way not only denies your theme, but does not flow into the harshness that is cacophony. (Which is the correct spelling here mind you, and as well, tremendous use of it.) Now, I will give yo the benefit of the doubt to say you meant to postpone, another rarer meaning to be respited, which might not contradict our fears, but still only serves as a pivot point to the next verse. Which of course is completely fine. I only hope that is what you meant by it.

Zombies. Skeletons. Either way, the mere thought of these creatures sends chills to the bone, and you did well incorporating them into your work. Good job.

Now, for the last stanza, these last four verses. At first I didn't think of them as fitting until I took them in as a whole. To read them individually only the last two are truly fitting and at that only the last seems to be fulfilling in your intentions. (Which of course was a wonderful way to end this.) Yet, it was not until I read them as somewhat like a lullaby did I see the whole picture. Like a eulogy sang to the living to be a curse.

I will accept that I would not know how to go about rendering in such a way, and truthfully I would leave it as is and hope readers will understand how to analyze rather than understand. Though that is up to you, it is the difference between first sight and second, and what distinguishes great poets from modest ones.

All in all, very well done. You did quite well to capture the deep recess of fear every heart has, and did it in almost a teasing tongue. That is, you gave no excerpt of reality, only gave reference to the symbol of it all. Fear is fear, and it is not to be biased to any one end. Again, a job well done.

Till next time.