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DreamEvil
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0 posted 06-30-99 05:23 AM       View Profile for DreamEvil   Email DreamEvil   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit DreamEvil's Home Page   View IP for DreamEvil

The Last has wandered
near and far,
looking
for his kind,
but near and far,
none can he find.

As the Last
walks the road
to the Sea,
he knows
he will never again
be happy.

When a Man walks by,
the Last runs.
His kind was killed
by Man,
Man and his guns.

Man is cruel.
This lesson the Last
has learned too late:
To trust Man,
is to be a fool,
and now the Last
has learned to hate.

Man is callous,
he destroys
what he does not understand.
He destroys all,
down to the very land.

Now that once again
the Last
has tried to flee,
once again
he tries to see.

He sees the bodies
of his kind
all covered in blood.
He sees the bodies
half-covered in mud.

And now the Last
has come to die,
and this he does
with tortured soul
and grateful sigh.


1999 DreamEvil
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Patience is a virtue, but virtue has never been one of my redeeming qualities.



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Krystal
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1 posted 06-30-99 05:28 AM       View Profile for Krystal   Email Krystal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Krystal

This is so true!! It really touched me... I have always thought mankind is too brutal, extinguishing all that it doesn't understand and using and abusing what has been given as a gift to us.... if you get the chance to see the movie, "INSTINCT," you might like it. I thought it was great... and your words in this poem struck a chord that reminded me of that movie. Anyway, I really liked this! You captured a very sad truth.

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Shannon D. Montgomery
("Krystal")
DreamEvil
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2 posted 06-30-99 06:20 AM       View Profile for DreamEvil   Email DreamEvil   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit DreamEvil's Home Page   View IP for DreamEvil

Thank you, I needed that shot to my confidence. I've been trying to write a piece that would evoke the emotions I feel. Perhaps I've succeeded.
Skyfyre
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3 posted 11-13-1999 11:50 PM       View Profile for Skyfyre   Email Skyfyre   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Skyfyre

You have spoken here of the despair and ragged hope of one who knows his life will be in vain, regardless. Disturbing -- and cleverly written.

--Kess

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You cannot choose the way of your death, but the path you choose will determine its own end.

thursdayschild
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4 posted 12-14-1999 12:24 AM       View Profile for thursdayschild   Email thursdayschild   Edit/Delete Message     View IP for thursdayschild

Excellent verse, and tragically, too true.
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