Dark Poetry #1 |
A long and winding road: the last half of the journey |
merely_a_jester Member
since 2000-01-14
Posts 67Arkansas... that's all you get |
A seraphim flies over my head as i walk thru this world of dead making my way to an earthy bed one day to call my own and in the lofty heights i find things play soften tricks of kind that warp and spay and taunt my mind of things i've never known watched over by my heavenly friend the remaining hours and days i'll spend searching for a fitting end of which i can atone to raise above that firey hell of fire and brim and soot and smell where pleasures end and tormented yell and hope i'm not alone for while that grace is so sweet another like me i've yet to meet for the callouses about my feet have given way to bone and my fatigued body begins to sway as night goes on and conquers day and i walk on with the wolves at bay with my few smooth stones and sling in hand i'm willing to fight for things of war considered right and scared for my life i might betray that holy throne who's guide has been so kind to me has watched me close but let me be and reports what my God can see and what he can't condone. Are scarecrows just like men, and do you hold That a false coin is just as good as gold? Moliere, "Tartuffe" |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Wonderful imagery well done Let your heart guide you. It whispers, so listen closely. ~Isis~ (Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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