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My second best work of literature
12.31.07, 22:44:28
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You watch as I fall behind,
You stare as I can't be found,
Why should I be kind,
You didn't make a sound,
I'm lost in the dark,
I can't find my way,
Your right on mark,
But I'm not there today,
You walk a mile ahead,
I fall behind once more,
You don't know I'm dead,
As I fall to the floor,
The air to thick to breath,
My energy drained from inside,
What am I to believe,
As I run and hide,
I can feel the icy grip,
Of Deaths' hand on my shoulder,
The long scyths tip,
Seems friendly as I grow older,
Yet the candle still burns,
Though small and weak,
The grim scyth turns,
And looks to take a peak,
Though out of reach,
The icy arm extends,
My barriers a breach,
They give way and bend,
My life feels drained,
As I'm cold and alone,
My heart is trained,
To be cold as deaths bone,
I watch from the fog,
As you search in vain,
I'm stuck in this bog,
And reach out in pain,
I scream for your touch,
I find all sound at bay,
You find nothing much,
Then wander away,
The cold icy snow of winter,
Dark clouds float above,
The sole barefoot hunter,
On a branch a small white dove,
The snowy ice under cold feet,
Cracks and splinters underneath,
The blue skin and loss of heat,
The dove holds a wreath,
Sudden panick and loss of breath,
Paralyzed figure and mind,
The cold icy grip of death...
The thought of being left behind,
Sudden silence and peace,
The soul is set free,
The soul in peace,
The family plants a tree,
One to remember and grow,
The one soul lost and forgotten,
Suddenly remembered like a hard blow,
To the center of the rotten,
The ones who let it wither,
The ones who let it fade,
They remember together,
How they had made,
A wayward soul left alone,
Forgotten, lost, and left to die,
Now peacefully left on its own,
The sad ones no longer may try,
To save the lost souls cry,
Of pain and misery never heard. |
Last edited by Fran : 05.16.08 at 22:15:40.
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| The sound of winds roaring by the rocky hillside. Walking through the night, ashes falling like snow. down the cold road I go... lonely... without a destination... |
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whoa inconceivingly extensive fran but its really good. =)
how lond did it take you to come up with this? |
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| Maybe twenty minutes. If your wondering my First best work of liturature is almost 200 times longer than that and still growing. That ones taken me three months thus far. |
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whoooaa
haha thats long. is your 1st work on death as well? |
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| Umm.... yea. I guess so. I've only written about one, but its about seven Angels of Death, I guess. Oh and a large seven winged dragon with a laser connon on its back an the ability to use a barrage of fireballs, has seven eyes and is known by many as the Divine Dragon. Theres also a deadly creature mentioned in a lake apon a mountain. If your wondering, its a book I'm writing. |
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Whoas, it's like an epic poem.
Nice. |
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| aaahh i sseee. hah your book might turn out as good as da lord of da rings! lol |
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| It's more Silent Hill than lord of the rings. |
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