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The Pale Horseman Arrives
Contributed by
urizen
on
Monday, 25th April 2011 @ 03:53:29 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Dying, Stumbling,
Clawing for breath.
Rolling,
Almost unconscious;
I hear them talking,
I see them,
Barely silhouetted against this cold afternoon light,
I scan the crowd.
The pain; intense now,
This burning fever
burrows deep into my naked skin,
The air hangs loose like a scarf around my neck.
Profound,
Po-faced,
Disdained,
Elementary confusion bounding around in search of a quarry,
A new face among this stagnating ground,
A curse of unknown origins,
Bitterness and a scant waft of a smell
arches through this aching face.
The end draws near.
And slowly as I drift off to sleep,
Somewhere a door slams shut.
The pale horseman arrives.
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urizen
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2011-04-25 15:53:29]
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Re: The Pale Horseman Arrives
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by theurbanpoet on
Tuesday, 26th April 2011 @ 08:52:29 AM AEST
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| I like it! I particularly like the line "The air hands loose like a scarf around my neck". Keep it up! |
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Re: The Pale Horseman Arrives
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by deusdeira on
Saturday, 14th May 2011 @ 03:27:48 AM AEST
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