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Post by Jamie~poetshare.forumotion.com on Apr 24, 2009 20:26:33 GMT -5
I posted this in the Darkness on TPS a while ago, and though it fits this week's Challenge IMHO I don't want to doublepost there, so thought I'd put it here for those of you who missed it:
Fighting The Reaper/Blood On Sheets
Dreaming, blue spits ebon sparks: manifests the tattered soul, Mournful eyes of ashen dark writhing on The Reaper's pole. A crucible of pain I saw, and such to shudder men, And sought to turn away but found that I could not, just then!
The hooded wielder of the scythe was carving up the soul, As howls of horror pierced my heart and shook The Reaper's Pole I scream to break my witnessing, "Thanatos, if you dare, I would challenge for this soul you carve with cursed care!"
The Thing did turn to me and grin a grey and toothy smile, Imparting sense that he had known my presence all the while, It pointed slender bony hand to indicate the soul That all this time was slithering upon The Reaper's Pole
And it was me I saw upon the curved and slender blade, The shock of recognition through me both at once was made, I screamed for light to curse the dark, to break the Reaper's Pole, And woke in bed to find myself within the Reaper's role.
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Post by Harklight on Apr 24, 2009 22:38:03 GMT -5
Jamie, this has the flowing, story-telling style we commonly relate to classic early 1900's poets. The rhythm is lullaby-esque, belying spin-out topic, and your word-choice gives clarity, which makes a totally enjoyable read. Sorry I missed it. *cookie!! H x
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Post by gentlewind ~~(Serenity) on Apr 25, 2009 9:49:09 GMT -5
WOW....outstanding Jamie..... The ending was amazing..... This is a very powerful write... Thanks for bring here to its new home... Love it cookie gentlewind~~serenity
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Post by stacy (FINALLY back!) on Apr 25, 2009 14:48:47 GMT -5
Wow Jamie. I can't believe I missed this at TPS. Maybe cause I don't go into the darkness much, but either way, I am certainly glad that you decided to post it here. This is a gem and just full of so much emotion. You are a talent to be reckoned with, mf. I can't wait till things settle down around here and I have more time on my hands to catch up on some of your work. Keep them coming, hun. I'm quickly becoming a HUGE fan!
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Post by Artemis on Apr 25, 2009 15:30:20 GMT -5
Wonderful write Jamie. You are quite the story teller! The form in which this was written added to its eeriness I thought, very different to be reading darkness from you, I hope we see more :-*Artemis x
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Post by Jamie~poetshare.forumotion.com on Apr 25, 2009 15:38:03 GMT -5
Thank you all so much. I think I must've been reading a lot of Poe when I wrote this one, but I enjoy reading it myself, something rare for my own stuff
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Post by polonius on Apr 29, 2009 22:40:05 GMT -5
A frighteningly, graphic representation of recognition of our own mortality, the only one we can genuinely know; we can only die alone.
Have a biscuit
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