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Dismal Doom
Contributed by
MuhammadShanazar
on
Sunday, 15th October 2006 @ 10:32:30 AM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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Who bangs at the door ,
And awakens
The sleeping conscience?
I walked a lot,
On the track of life,
I did spend time,
In vile and vain race,
Rebelling at every pace.
When I look behind,
I see the stones,
Coming on me,
Striking and wounding,
Blood staining my cloak.
I see the snakes hissing,
And the dogs howling,
Running after, chasing me,
These are my wrongs, my follies,
Done to me and others.
When I look ahead,
I see approaching swiftly,
The dismal doom,
Like a black engine.
Copyright ©
MuhammadShanazar
... [
2006-10-15 10:32:30] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Dismal Doom
(User Rating: 1 ) by deadheadpoet on
Thursday, 7th December 2006 @ 06:28:50 PM AEST (User
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Oh, quite scary thoughts of past, present and future. I liked the last line
"The dismal doom,
Like a black engine"
Great metaphors.
Peace and hugs,
Laura |
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