Lost and embittered
crawling across the ground
forlorn from the days past
in the forest of despair.
Amongst the trees
the raven stalks ever so silently
waiting for the catatonic
to let go of any reprieve.
Giving up to all whom forgot him
the death falls from the heavens
to relieve him
of his existence.
Swooping down with eyes red
death bites down
bringing him up
to where only torment reigns.
A gift from the divine
smashing into the tree of life
he was thrown into paradise
for even the worm shall have his day.
A contest entry
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330 points, ended June 13, 2008, 34 entries
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