Quiescent laughs from the deathlike being,
Simplicity and joy from the figure he's seeing.
His body looks calm; so light and naïve,
But the darkness inside him would never leave.
The sight bestowed is that of a crow,
Its nightshade wings make a marvelous show.
The scarecrow stood watching, with his hollow eyes,
Then he simply fell awestruck. Looking up as it flies.
"Shadow Bird," yelled the scarecrow, "listen to my cry!
Please tell me your secret of how you can fly,
Teach me oh great one the power you wield,
I'm broken and bitter in this desolate field."
The crow replied with bliss and with glee,
"In order to fly your soul must be free.
Your mind must be pure and conscience clear,
Your heart can't be broken and covered with fear."
Downcast is the scarecrow; he knows he can't fly,
He knows that he's left alone to die.
Stuck in fields of torment as far as the eyes can see,
Bitter Scarecrow is my dark side...Bitter Scarecrow is me.
Simplicity and joy from the figure he's seeing.
His body looks calm; so light and naïve,
But the darkness inside him would never leave.
The sight bestowed is that of a crow,
Its nightshade wings make a marvelous show.
The scarecrow stood watching, with his hollow eyes,
Then he simply fell awestruck. Looking up as it flies.
"Shadow Bird," yelled the scarecrow, "listen to my cry!
Please tell me your secret of how you can fly,
Teach me oh great one the power you wield,
I'm broken and bitter in this desolate field."
The crow replied with bliss and with glee,
"In order to fly your soul must be free.
Your mind must be pure and conscience clear,
Your heart can't be broken and covered with fear."
Downcast is the scarecrow; he knows he can't fly,
He knows that he's left alone to die.
Stuck in fields of torment as far as the eyes can see,
Bitter Scarecrow is my dark side...Bitter Scarecrow is me.
Author notes
The Bitter Scarecrow is the side of me that feels lost in the world, lonely, even though I apparently have so many friends and people that claim to love me. The Bitter Scarecrow is a person that feels like there is no hope, no love, no way of getting out of his state of mind and he expresses himself in poetic form.
A contest entry
- What's in a name? by whispernthedark.
625 points, ended June 6, 2007, 29 entries
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Comments
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Very well written, your rhyme was perfect. Thank you for entering the contest, good luck.
whisper
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we all have another part of us, most of us don't admit that or even know.. you've done a good job with this and embracing yourself.. nice job and good luck
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OMG marc babes.... i kno exactly how u feel... i've been having sum dark days and i am now clawing my way out of this dark deep hole,just keep the good fight up babes... am here for u gimme a holla...good write!
*Amy*
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I love this ending, it was perfect for this. the whole thing flowed really well. it is really nice, an excellent poem great job






