Only when I sleep do I hear
Their song.
A billion billion voices
A billion billion emotions
A billion billion souls.
There is a harmonic cacophony
A rhythmic discord
The chaotic order of Death.
When I try, I see them
Formless, shifting shapes
Writhing shadows in the darkness
Of nothingness.
I then see him,
The conductor, orchestrating
his choir.
He points, and one emotion
Overpowers the others,
A trill becomes a beat.
Only then do I know
The music that I hear.
It is the beating of my heart.
Il Maestro turns around,
And silence rushes through me.
My mouth opens, and from it
Comes his song.
I have joined the hymn
Become one with them
With the stilling of my heart.
I am Death.
I am all.
A contest entry
- 1000 points: The Grim Reaper by Lj-.
1000 points, ended February 2, 2007, 23 entries
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Great Work
Man this is so cool, I am so glad that I stopped by and checked out this poem! I could just see your old wrinkled body lying there and you mouth popping open when you bit the big one, with the chorus of death spilling out in silence, it was awesome! You should check out some of my stuff like, "Away," "Red," etc. Keep up the great work.
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It was interseting to see that in your poem you somehow succumbed to Death, became at one with him without fear, almost with a sense of exultation rather than resignation. I sensed that you may be saying Death is always amongst us and in that sense it is a part of us we may reject but eventually have to embrace. There is no trace of negativity here, just acceptance without fear.
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whow
wow i realy loved it it was realy amazing but what was driving me crazy was i wondered what inspired you to right such a creative poem ,,, great jog!!!
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Brilliant!
Wow!
I really enjoyed this and it gave me goosebumps.
I like the imagery and the rhyme that you give in this write.
The picture of death and the song was a really good idea and you pulled it off.
!B!
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Whoah.
I truly enjoyed this. Though not much into dark stuff I can relate to this. It is as if the dying of those that came before sang you into your own. The ideation in this is quite appealing, though a topic most shy away from. Thank you for this. Rich.
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I love how you chose to portray Death in this. Very interesting and different.
My favorite lines were:
"When I try, I see them
Formless, shifting shapes
Writhing shadows in the darkness
Of nothingness."
Thank you for your entry.
Good luck!
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