a man in black, with gossamer wings
tells a tale of evil things
he has a mind, accursed, twisted
but in his deceit, he was truly gifted
an assistant made of magic old
he comes from the lies he told
of magic dust and stolen souls
he tries to ensure his future, whole
of ageless nights and meaningless days
one that old would fade away
but evil kept this mans heart strong
and magic dust kept him going along
he stops along a country road,
to talk to a young farmer, strong and bold
at age of 10 his mind was weak
and did not know what flaws to seek
he trusted devil with his mind
and went to seek things, not to find
devils fate, and his entwined
they searched the darker corners of his mind
they found his soul and displayed it clear
cold stone bodies shed no tears
they alone in cellar, biting
not one person thought of fighting
they lost their souls with no reward
the mothers, fathers they implored!
" where is my son? please let him free!
release my childs soul to me!"
you do not need everlasting dealings
in taking innocent souls, that you are stealing!
come back to light, please leave the dark!
a child once again embarked
upon a journey to save his heart
the alien hads tried to tear apart
he launched a fist, a rock, some tears
the monsters for the first time could hear
grasping clawing, dark hands came
trying to grasp, to rip, cause pain
the boy sung of truth and light and love
and the angel took the devil above
a battle not of guns and swords
but one of light and dark, of endless hordes
a war was won, a battle mislaid
the deed was done, the price was paid
they held their ears, and cried in pain
unseen upon a country lane
and in the tower, came with rain
but not a natural campaign
enchanted, magicked into being
this rain was only for the seeing
you could not feel its lasting breath
the false rain brought them only death
the real rain came and washed away
the evil the had festered away
the truth and light, that once held sure
the boy killed the dark, he brought their cure
the tower broke, released the souls
away went the souls, to the room down below
where 22 children sat shivering in the cold
8 statues, lost forever, souls gone, forever told
by the man, a man in black, with gossamer wings
he told a tale of true and evil things
he had a mind, accursed, broken, twisted
but in his deceit, he was truly gifted
Author notes
UPDATE:::::::::
{{{{{{okay so i found the rythmy (yay me) its starts out fast, then it speeds up to amazing speed when the man is fighting with the boy, then it slows down with a kind of exasperated talking at the end, very final and thats good... because its the end.}}}}}}
its really hard to get this rhythym
but i was in a frenzy when i wrote it
its meant almost to be sung with a little tune
under your breath
and extremely fast
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Cool, and I mean it! Sucked me in the second I layed my eyes on it!!! Great job with this amazing write!!
Vivien
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Holy. That was amazing. There were a few typos, though. I promised myself to never give three clappies to poems that had typos or any error whatsoever, but this is really the best poem I have ever read. No joking. Fix the typos and this is perfect… like, God, this is amazing. You outdid everyone. Kudos.
~Asa of the Skeptical Believers of Lore
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yea thers
a certain part i dont really like... but i updated some... i read it the second time and actually got goosebumps... weird -
For the most part-good
Some of it seemed to lose rhythm. But, as you say, you wrote in a frenzy and I'm sure you'll go over it again.
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you did a most excellent job on this write. it is easy to read and the rhyme does not seem forced at all. thank you for sharing this with me tonight. viyanna rosemarie
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loved it......the old irish wrote
like this a song in a poem that way it flows, it
hypnotizes you to read on...and on...
you did a great job with this!
now turn it around and write like this using the
voice of the man..in black!
doubledare ya!
ears2hearyou
Kathleen : )) great great job!
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This was really good... brought to mind the "devil went down to Georgia" ditty. I really enjoyed reading this, great job!
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when u say man in black, naturally i think of johnny cash. so big props to you. even if that wasn't who you were talking about. i still liked it.
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