Once with shine and splendor galore
Once with fame and furlong the core
Twice more with beauty and power, it is
Three more it goes to devour it's kids
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Each day she followed her path all along
Until she came across this fawn
A gentle soul which did no wrong
Still death was sent for her lifesong
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The reaper yet be, denied her command
Said no to God and took a stand
Now cursed forever, she brings only fear
With a cold darkness that even proud fear
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The grim sight that I looketh upon
It dawns on me that I cannot yawn
I cannot breathe and I cannot see
I cannot chase no longer me
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J. K. Anderson
A poet, author and journalist tied to the belief that Christ is YHWH. Open minded and eager to show my wild imagination to all people. I'm not a happy writer but I'm happy to write. All for fun.
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Comments (2)
Υοu am not alone. Intense emotion with an air of melancholy that will become creation, to deny death from taking shape on the canvas of thought
Oh wow, this was so poignant and very beautifully written! Loved your poem!