Across the barrier of death I walk
Through the breath taking dust
Life has no boundries
When it throws out disgust
The grains of time were lost of me
Before I could let go of my last breath
As I released my grasp on life
The wind stiftly brought me to my death
An introduction well deserved
After the trials of a brutal life
And, forever, I wander about
To protect Death's next strike
Beyond the origin of human sight
A fresh scenery flooded my vision
However, the sight was most beautiful
And in my Death, left quite an incision
The waves of color with their gentle glow
Pumped through my veins in sheer joy
My soul had never been blessed with such delight
But admidst my tragedy, the pain was destroyed
Through a frightfully darkened forest
Footsteps belonging to my very feet
Tapped the Earth with protective tone
Until all children were safe, my soul would never sleep
So, on through out time
I have served as their guardian
And if I could go back
I would do it all again
For a sleepless soul
This blessed guardian takes flight
To fly out over the children
As they rest the eternal nights
Author notes
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It isn't as test driven and stunning as maybe my last two entries, however, I feel this is exactly how I wanted it so I hope you enjoyed!
A contest entry
- Afterlife (last round (3) - invite) by SoftlyScreaming.
1050 points, ended July 18, 2007, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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No fear of the dark, moving willingly like a guardian angel into the places of the dead, becoming a protector of the children -- a noble ideal realized in this vision enclosed in musical lines reminiscent of the artistry of E. A. Poe.
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ive realized in doing these contests, all of these rounds, the real stages of life.. you are first very unhappy, tragic things happen, in your case your brother and mother (if i can remember right), then you get so depressed you just want to kill yourself.. plain and simple.. fuck life, you dont want it, so you throw it away like an empty pack of cigarettes.. then when youve realized youve died its peaceful and relaxing and everything is at ease.. this series especially made me realize how fortunate i am (most of the time) and i really appreciate you entering all of my contests.. you are a wonderful writer
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