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The Night I Died

I died sometime this evening,
it's hard to say exactly when.
I lost myself to something
and why? I'll never comprehend.

Oh, how well I planned it
and it was exactly as I'd planned
but then, I misunderstand it
this emotional reprimand.


It was for only common good,
I do exactly as I should...
so what have I misunderstood?
Kill dear man, oh yes I could
Though that, I myself have not with--Oh!
        What have I done?
        What has he done,
        the man who died this evening?
        The man called Rodion Romanovich?
        Two swings of an axe, dear Rodia
        and may he rest in peace.
        But what of me? I'm mad--Oh,
        what that I were--No, I had to do it.
        I did it for my sister, yes? Machiavellian indeed
        but not an evil man--
          Ah no, now I Rationalise--
What happened on the night I died?

I let my noxious thoughts expand
as just as old King Ferdinand
all intentions so well planned,
to make of me an arid wasteland
The blood, it flowed like finest sand
across the every greyish strand,
her hair the red of wine did span.
Though I am not an evil man,
it was I that night, I took that hatchet in my hand
and it was I who died, and why? Well...
Because now, I know I can.








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  • Naznomarn
    May 2, 2007

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    Bravo. Well worth a Silver, more likely a Gold
    Very nicely done, rather epic, whilst not being too long, or giving too much away. Poor Romanovich. May he rest in pieces.


    • Picnic-Lightning
      May 6, 2007
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      Oh, that was a clever thing you said XD

      I've always been a bit frightened by just how much I related to Rodya XD--maybe one day, I'll be an ax murder too!


      • Naznomarn
        May 7, 2007
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        You never know.... I suggest you hire someone to blunten your axes, that or you can axe the bluntener to leave.

        • Picnic-Lightning
          May 7, 2007
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          Know some good---er---axe blunteners do you?
          --I could use a few names


          • Naznomarn
            May 8, 2007
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            Ah, couldn't we all. Only ones I know of, bluntened theirs by umm... practical means.
            Very bloody. Come the end they were bludgeoning the poor victims until they dropped body parts out of sympathy


  • second-born
    April 21, 2007

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    congrats you won the silver trophy and 200 points!!! the book that you've chose is very special to me because it shows the inner struggle of a man who has killed someone!!! you showed that struggle in a way that i think no one would dare to write!!! i also the ending of your poem especially this line: Though I am not an evil man,
    it was I that night, I took that hatchet in my hand
    and it was I who died...
    goodluck to you in your writing!!!

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