Rest of disquietness
Sound through valleys of snow
Follow, as we call out through aeons of time
Questions of loyalty: where is our answer?
I'm shaking
I'm standing
Standing tall as the rain pours down on me
Help me
Help me find my way
Is there another reason for this?
Is there another reason to live?
Orcs, archmages, gargoyles
Angels, demons, elementals
Hear my call
The call of the fallen hero
Smiling through tears
Acid eats into my skin
Fire rains down, and I fall
The new world is coming
Hear my call
The call of the fallen hero
Darkness beckons to me
Get away, away from me
Don't control me
I am myself
I am free
The new world is coming at last
Oh yes, my quest is at an end
I slump face down in the snow
The last breath of life fades from my body
Oh, the ice is so beautiful
So beautiful
A contest entry
- Fantasy Poetry by Aerden.
700 points, ended July 22, 2008, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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i don't enjoy this style, personally. but i commend your effort. keep writing and experimenting.
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I like the way that this gets into the hero's head and makes him a person with depth and complexity. I would not have repeated the line: 'the call of the fallen hero,' but I figure that's a matter of individual taste.
Thank you for entering my contest!
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