The blood on his hands,
Showed violence and rage,
That only his demons could find,
The words that he spoke,
At this day of defiance and age,
Other people would say them and choke.
As he threatened his friends,
With sword at their throat,
They could not at all understand,
It was with blacky blue eyes,
And a dull tainted crimson coat,
That he muffled their desparate cries.
He pleaded for forgiveness,
And freedom of soul,
So that he may once love and hope again,
He chained up his heart,
With eyes like hot coal,
At least one good deed on his part.
A contest entry
- A Rainbow of Emotion. by Whispered Secrets.
520 points, ended July 22, 2007, 5 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I believe I read this poem earlier. I don't know when I did, maybe when I first started this contest.
I think this poem is very mystic. I'm guessing the protagonist in the poem is supposed to be a murderer [The image I received] or someone very confused. I think this poem is very good because it could go two ways but the thought of crimson makes you think of blood [In most situations]
Excellent write.
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