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Fighting the Impossible

Contributed by Brandyx7 on Saturday, 23rd April 2005 @ 09:27:27 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



"What manner of man
Now stands here before me?"
I beckon,
Yet he does not speak.

I draw my weapon,
But still he remains fast.
He says to me,
"No one has passed."

His eyes glisten
Far in his head,
This bearer
Of mortal dread.

"If thou art man,
Prove thy might with cannon and sword,"
I yell aloud
To the fermenting storm.

He flinches not
At my loud call
But only states,
"I shall not fall."

Thunder rumbles
Behind my foe
As a cold northern gale
Begins to blow.

Lightning strikes upon
A mighty oak.
Into the slate black sky
Arises white smoke.

Great orange flames
Reach for the heavens
And are not slowed
Even by the pelting rains.

I step closer
Towards my faceless enemy.
I see the reflected fires
In his eyes focused solely on me.

With all my might,
I launch my spear,
But the mysterious figure frets not
And simply laughs back in my ear.

With an inner rage
Not only my own,
I run at him
To try and shatter his bones.

I raise my sword
To clash with his.
They meet with a force,
Mine and his.

White hot sparks
Shower from the sky,
Scorch my skin,
And sing my eyes.

I battle intensely
With my grim adversary.
And even after many hours,
We have become not yet weary.

With ravenous want,
I continue my fight.
We struggle on
Through most of the night.

Finally I gain
The upper hand
And spill his blood
Onto the cold, hard land.

I rip his flesh.
Crimson is his blood.
I remove my rapier
And watch the reddish flood.

The blood of many a man
Is spilled on the ground,
And out of my foe's mouth
Escapes an amazing sound.

He bellows forth
A magnificent yell.
His eyes reflect
The eternal fires of Hell.

His amazing roar,
His cry of agony,
Shakes the mountains
And trembles the trees.

I pierce his chest
Again with great lust.
His blood pours forth
Like steaming red dust.

I look upon
My conquered, dying rival.
Though he can scarcely breathe,
His fierce eyes still sparkle.

Deep is my chilling,
Growing sorrow,
But I would do
The same tomorrow.

Completely for spent,
I fall to my knees
And hear my opponent croak out,
"Thou art worthy indeed."

Divine wrath
And earthly doom
Are marked by
A tremendous boom.

In a flash of lightning,
My enemy disappears.
In the falling rain,
I realize my fears.

I may have won the battle,
But I shall never win the war.
I slew Death that night,
But soon again

He shall be tearing down my door…




Copyright © Brandyx7 ... [ 2005-04-23 21:27:27]
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Re: Fighting the Impossible (User Rating: 1 )
by lilschizoboy07 on Saturday, 23rd April 2005 @ 10:00:29 PM AEST
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Magnificent epic, dark poem. I even felt the lust of the kill along with you. I myself see nothing to improve upon. Personally, I think no one an improve your poetry but you. You change what you don't like, not what someone else doesn't like. Keep up the great work. Thou art worthy indeed, Brandyx7


Re: Fighting the Impossible (User Rating: 1 )
by grim6669 on Sunday, 25th September 2005 @ 01:31:00 PM AEST
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i really like it,........it reminds me of a system of a down song.......it's really good......... keep it up!
-grim6669,
amber


Re: Fighting the Impossible (User Rating: 1 )
by Wild_Flame on Sunday, 25th September 2005 @ 11:19:00 PM AEST
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very well done. mood and structure have been captured well... although, i would comment that in some places you lose the flow and thus the rythm of the meaning. i think tis for you to decide where this may be, and mayhap i am wrong. just a thought.
fatastic work none-the-less!




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