| » Poem: A Chance Encounter with Death(comment!) |
A Chance Encounter with Death(comment!)
written by darkness_follows_me12:04 PM 3/12/05What manner of man
Now stands here before me?"
I beckon,
Yet He does not speak.
I draw my weapon,
But He remains fast.
He says to me,
"None have 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 says,
"I will not fall."
Thunder rumbles
Behind my foe
As a cold northern wind
Begins to blow.
Lightning fells
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 fears not
And simply laughs back in my ear.
With an inner rage
Not my own,
I run at Him
To 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 singe my eyes.
I war intensely
With my grim adversary.
And even after many hours,
I've 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 flood.
The blood of many a man
Is lost on the ground,
And out of my foe's mouth
Escapes an amazing sound.
He bellows forth
A magnificent yell.
His eyes look like
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 forspent,
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 have won the battle,
But I'll never win the war.
I slew Death that night,
But soon again He'll be tearing down my door. |
All (c)Copyrights reserved by the Original Author.
Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
please comment,this is my latest poem (as you no),im quite happy with how i put it in words,please comment!
[ View darkness_follows_me's Profile ] [ Go to the Poetry Portal ]
This Poem has been viewed 334 times
|
|
| » Comments / Feedback | by Deathcrush (3-12-2005 - 03:31 PM)
| amazeing, long but not winded |
|
|
|
|
