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Death VS. Me
Contributed by
Brandyx7
on
Wednesday, 8th June 2005 @ 06:27:57 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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"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…
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Brandyx7
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2005-06-08 18:27:57]
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Re: Death VS. Me
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by Vermillion on
Wednesday, 8th June 2005 @ 08:31:14 PM AEST
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WOW that was an amazing write, with vivid imagination and magnificent story telling. its deffinatley one of my faves on here.
i write alotta story/poems myself and frankley we dont get the recoginition we deserve because most people write small one or 2 stanza poems about how bad they feel their b/f left or how theyre gonna kill themselves.
BAH! i say real talents is one that can take a great story and mold it into words that flow like a river. much like you did with this work. bravo once again.
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Re: Death VS. Me
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by monkeyluvingirl on
Wednesday, 8th June 2005 @ 09:10:47 PM AEST
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| i usually don't read the long poems, but this was actually really good. great way with words! |
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