The die is cast, the seeds are sown
Is it my fate, to die alone;
Dying's not my greatest fear
The "how" I'll die is what's unclear.
I fear not what's already known
The die is cast the seeds are sown;
No disguises, no mask, no splintered veneer
The pain and torment, will bemost austere.
Will the shadows of life appear
like flashbacks glimpsed inside a mirror;
The die is cast, the seeds are sown,
Will I see light, will mercy be shown.
Will there be angel's songs to hear
In final moments, the witching hour's near
Will I find peace, will I go home;
The die is cast, the seeds are sown.
Author notes
"independence can't exist in a cliche"
A contest entry
- Counting The Days in Autumn by I Am Gun.
425 points, ended September 20, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I love this piece. It was phenomenal.
You are very talented. This was just...WOW! it blew me away!! keep up the good work! thanks for entering and good luck in my contest!
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Dear NakedHeart,
Thank you for stopping in and commenting on Child of Darkness. Remember--each contest holder has their own preference and often the best pieces do not even place. Keep the ink flowing.
Love,
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Dear Artist,
Thank you for prompting me on your quote. It is now
in the Author's Notes for Child of Darkness
Love,
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this was definatly amazing... i really really like it, the repitition of the first and last line really tied it together, good job, only one problem you did not put my quote in your comment box, if you change it then i will add you to my finalist list if not then where you are you stay even though you deserve more.
well thanks for entering
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Wow these words are deep. I love them so much. I wish I could write like you. You have a lot of talent.
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Dear ChildofDarkness,
Again my gratitude for your dropping by to comment on CHILD OF DARKNESS
Love,
liquid
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