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In The Prophecies

I wander these empty streets
Away from passion
Guilt filling my once solid mind
All thoughts of happiness
Have either drifted away
Or melted into sorrow
The soft warm summer
Fades into a cold dark night
And my heart turns black
To match the sky
I was replaced
By a more suitable being
Full of compassion and love
But now,
Ripping through the skin
Of that once thoughtful creation
All I want
Is to loose myself again
But the beast has been brought fourth
And can be contained;
No longer
I pray for the sake of mankind
That no soul shall cross this demon
For her vengence
Shall rain upon this earth
A firey hell
And destroy every living organism
Until the world becomes hollow
Once more

Author notes

I really really like this and I feel it reflects who I am well. [9.20.07]

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  • Puking Faerie Dust gold member
    October 8, 2007

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    I thought there were a few cliches, and it seemed almost drug-out. The ending is a little blunt, which doesn't really suite this poem. Your emotions were great, though. Thanks for entering, and good luck
    Jeanette*~


  • Shannon is neat
    September 21, 2007

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    if i were you i would be very proud of this.
    its one, if not the best poem you have ever written.
    &&i couldnt be any more jealous if i tried.