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Hagiography

Contributed by neptunes_first on Wednesday, 29th April 2015 @ 06:00:38 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



* * *


Last night I had the strangest dream that I have ever dreamed.
I was just a boy again, and though it never seemed
like I had left those sandy shores that lined my boyhood town;
I knew the footprints that I traced were mine upon the ground.

And like most any young boy would, I fantasised a bit
about the man I followed in whose shoes I'd like to fit;
he would be a traveller, who'd sailed to many lands
or he would be a sculptor who'd free beauty with his hands.

And so I wandered on along the beaches and the dunes
leavin' that old town behind with tuneless, whistled tunes,
until I came upon a concrete pillbox from the war;
this sentry made me stop and wonder what I followed for ...

The entryway was sunk in sand but still, I crawled right in
to feel a frozen breeze like breath send hackles up my skin.
Before me gaped a stairwell slick with wet, and deep below
there glowed an eerie light, of which the source I had to know.

And so I crept down carefully upon the slippy stairs
but my accursed soles gave out - I flew into the air.
I landed like a ragdoll from the cradle, to my grave
and cursed the growing light that glowed inside that dank, wet cave.

Before my eyes gave out I glimpsed a silhouetted man;
a dripping beard, a trident hefted deftly in one hand.
I held my final breath in angst and surely feared the worst;
he drove his spikes right through me, booming:

"You shall be my First!"

I sank into a sea of Whys and drowned in my despair;
I still played with my soldiers, watching Mom die, from the stair.
That kid was just a victim of a cruel and heartless truth:
that innocence is priceless - and it's wasted on the youth.

But as a man, I've since awoke to life - and it's not cursed.
For only I can tell the tale of why I'm Neptunes_First.
And though I left you long ago, well I guess I'm still the same;
the same old tortured dreamer ... speaking in a cruel god's name.




Copyright © neptunes_first ... [ 2015-04-29 18:00:38]
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Re: Hagiography (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 1st May 2015 @ 09:41:18 AM AEST
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Hell of a dream. Makes quite the quality poem.

Thank you very much for this enjoyable poem and  photo 1036153111_gif.gif back to YPDC.

Tim


Re: Hagiography (User Rating: 1 )
by FireStarter on Thursday, 19th May 2016 @ 01:55:05 AM AEST
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crazy dream :)




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