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Darkness and Rags |
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WindWalker12 Member
since 2009-10-17
Posts 57 |
he came into the world like all do who must come innocence expecting nothing (much)(uncertainty) and they watched carefully (the soul makers) this new thing they'd caused to see if the program took. he left the home in his time to see beyond Main Street he'd been told in school of course there was nothing beyond (he didn't believe them) the dark grew in the alleys of the earth when the lights dimmed (for him) and when they went out grew darker. he walked on for such was his game something pulling, something pushing something crying, something laughing it was a cat (owl) a woman in a lighted doorway an infant cried into its silence and the woman cried into her loss. (the owl glided on by-nature's ghost snatched the hovering soul disappeared in the forest forever) he ran from there. great waves tossed his spectral frame black oceans heaving black ships filled with black men and brown women (strangers in chains) chocolate colored children bodies floated on toothed waves (feeding bloated sharks) he came upon a stinking port anchored in rusty chains to a burning shore he heard the guns thunder in the ever night, the always dark he walked up stony smelly alleys heard something crying (inhuman)(harpy) in a smoky lighted doorway a child cried soft words muffled in its mother's torn blouse he ran from there haunted by the gun shot that laid the man in the mud the woman's scream (he thought he hadn't heard) the soldier's curse (he wished hadn't touched him) the evil eye of the gun's barrel in his emaciated face (he hoped he hadn't seen) I am the innocent he mumbled and fell. he died no longer innocent no longer expecting (nothing) wise and knowing it does not matter what you think or what you do for the ever night is the arena and the rider on the black horse is the fate master. (eternity is a curse) he remembers as he runs followed in the always dark by steely galloping hooves (let there not be another) but he knows, oh how well he knows there will always be. [This message has been edited by WindWalker12 (05-29-2015 02:26 PM).] |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
Always will there be darkness, but not without some solaced beacon to hold through the night.. This is a great topic and your pen is inspiring. enjoyed! ~d "..But a tyrant spell has bound me, |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
a powerful and fine 'penning' (as always !) The Riders When the moon be shrouded by a hazy veil and time slows down this midnight hour the ‘Riders’ come... dark, silent, on wings of the wind etching a path through the billowing fog which swirls and closes in behind ... on and on seeking the villages of the living... riding through deserted streets vaguely phosphorescent in the dim lamplight. Six will be taken tonight!... The fleeting shadows flicker, then fade... The ‘Riders’ are gone! - b. e. adams |
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jjote Senior Member
since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088Ontario, Canada |
a fine woven tale, enticing me to read all throughtout to the end.."innocence expecting nothing...an infant cried into its silence..." while this soul travels into darkness to find its way. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
nice writing...james |
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