From the shadows,
he pulls the strings.
Moving through time,
Controlling the future.
Everyone person his puppet.
Darkness follows in his wake.
His actions both subtle and extreme.
He is on the battlefield,
and in the hospitals.
In every person he resides,
biding time until the end.
And at the end
he pulls the strings.
Pulling us from this life,
and directing us,
in to the next life.
Author notes
i know this isnt my best poem, but it has meaning to me, death has become somewhat everpresent to me and it just intrigues me how the end comes and what comes after.
Written March 5th, 2006
A contest entry
- Finalists (you'll know because your on the list and plus I am yet to im im im) by Heartofacircle.
400 points, ended March 6, 2006, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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this was very well done, and it dont have to be the best here, as long as it comes from the heart, that is all that matters, thanks for sharing this piece, keep up the awesome poetry and good luck in my contest.
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