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The Vist
One night long ago,
In my darkest hour,
I felt through my soul,
A unspeakable power.
A whisper to forsake,
All that was right,
Sudmit myself to evil,
Give in to the fight.
It told be being good,
Had nothing to gain,
But bitter dissapointment,
And unbearable pain..
But If I followed the darkness,
The whisper promised me this,
I would feel only victory,
In the wonderful abyss.
For the sun only burns,
The moon soothes as it cools,
There is no more suffering,
Where the nocturnial world rules.
Then a dry bony hand,
Dried the tears from my face,
He lifted me gently,
We took leave of this place.
The next morning they found me,
Stone cold in my bed,
My soul had been taken,
And now I lay dead.
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Free verse
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Comments
scribbler
Sat, 2010-11-27 22:34
visit
I guess we are all visited by the tempter at times.In line 8 you might try: give in, why fight...........typo in line 9 be should be me, line 20 nocturnal. A very dark work well written.........scribbler
greeneyes
Sat, 2010-11-27 22:43
thanks
Thanks scrib! I fixed that typo and I changed that line to something else. You were right, i didnt flow well.
Much Love,
Elizabeth
loved
Sat, 2010-11-27 22:45
Never say die
as u return
after a long time
never say die
lie lie lie
the world too does
only lie/lay!
loved
magics02
Sun, 2010-11-28 08:19
My take on this one
I laid in my bed soul was dead and now very much alive. Does this speak of years of past where you went through the same things or thing alot of us did. I have to say this is a powerful piece of work here greeneyes and sorry I have missed your writes.
Blessings to you
Mona