Bound by hate and solitude,
lonely, hard, and cold
Snatching lives almost at will,
with no rhyme and reason told
Floating on the endless sea,
of desires dreams and needs
Plucking both the good and bad,
he says he’ll set them free
To what end; where do they go,
what lies deep in the mist
Is death the end or just the start,
to the how long we will exist
No guidelines does he follow,
as he strolls along the way
Looking for a soul to take,
a ravenous hunger he feels today,
Man or woman, boy or girl,
small children are not exempt
From a gorgeous debutant,
to a strung out hooker quite unkempt
He seems to feed on sorrow,
with a thirst for the bittersweet
And with all the death around us,
he is trying to compete
For there is another out there,
doing bidding for his foe
Babies sucking in their first breaths,
with their little eyes aglow
Dare he try to make odds even,
will he take them now in twos
Can he keep the numbers even,
or this battle will he lose
Author notes
Bosiarbooger http://sya.deviantart.com/art/Death-is-an-Angel-10040558
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt (20 pictures) by VampyreAnna.
300 points, ended October 21, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Love the uniqueness of this poem from the image
You have drawn us in, absorbed us, and those thoughts
devour.
Babies sucking in their first breaths,
with their little eyes aglow
Best wishes
Julie
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Wow. Very interesting take on the prompt. This poem was very well written just like the rest of your work. Beautifully penned Boog! Good luck in the contest!
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Great imagery used in this one. A very dark and thought provoking write you've penned here. Best of luck in this contest
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i liked the subtle vulnerability in the middle!
good luck in the contest, this was so very good
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