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The Messenger |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
THE MESSENGER Loudly he thundered cross the sprawling plain, A figure in black on a midnight horse. He was on an errand... a soul to claim, To make his time he must ride hard his course. Always invisible, he was ne’er seen Though he was heard and felt by those around. Where was he going or where had he been? They followed the hoof prints tracked in the ground. They led to the town of Immensely Poor, Where loudly they heard a newborn’s cry. The tracks ended at the young blacksmith’s door So they knew in that home someone would die. He tethered his horse to a hitching post, And walked through the wall and into the room. The old mid-wife sensed him, knew of this ghost Around her head settled foreboding gloom. He was here for someone...who could it be? The baby boy, though small, appeared just fine, So what was so wrong, what couldn’t she see? The mother was not in any decline. Suddenly from the bed...a moan was heard, ‘Something’s not right’ the young mother cried out. The mid-wife was quick, by fear she was spurred, ‘More clean rags’, to the young man she did shout. ‘Oh Lord! I see now why you sent him here,’ She placed her hands into the woman’s womb ‘Please don’t let me show these people my fear,’ Thus she pulled a babe from its earthly tomb. I fear that this young babe... she is born dead, The young man and his wife just stared and cried, Whilst with gentle finger she crossed its head. The Messenger watched, his form dignified. ‘Come! Little one,’ and he swooped up the soul, As usual he had arrived just in time. ‘We must go to where you will be made whole,’ Then left the room... on the horse he did climb. He quickly left once a body had died, They heard him leave, saw the tracks in the ground, ‘Leave Messenger of Death,’ they loudly cried, His presence would always them so astound. They dashed the plains and leapt the stream, He was not what they thought; their words did smart. In the morrow he would be but their dream, His precious pack he held tight to his heart. The stars lit the pathway so he could see, Midnight leapt onto it to climb the sky. Here the wee soul would be happy and free, And would be welcomed by the fold on high. The Messenger of Death should not be our foe, For sooner or later we all have to go. |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
Chills on this one, Spirit. Love, Joyce |
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midnightblues Senior Member
since 2000-07-01
Posts 1597Singapore |
Hey das, i enjoyed this Love Michelle If there cannot be equal in affection, then let the one with more be me - midnightblues™ |
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junemac Senior Member
since 2003-04-24
Posts 1005uk |
i love your writing spirit. this was really good and i enjoyed it greatly. hugs from june x |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
Chilling write...my heart felt the cold presence of the Messenger...well done.. believe in what your heart feels... |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
SPIRIT~ You simply have a wealth of talent. This is superbly written. Once the reading was begun, there was no stopping until the end~ Spellbinding ! The messenger of death came riding in so swiftly ...~ I am going to send the link to this piece to some of the PiP members who don't frequent the Corner Pub~ It deserves many more reads ! *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
Thank you for tking the time to read and responding. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
this one gave me goosebumps |
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Marsha
since 2000-07-10
Posts 7423Maidstone Kent England |
Spirit I love this one darling heart, it is as smooth as silk which slips over my mind like a cloak of wonder. Truly you are excellent and I love it utterly   Love and warm stuff As always Mushy  Tomorrow is another day I don't know what it holds |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Wonderful !! hugs, Chris "Hope" is the thing with feathers- |
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