The world alights in a lurid mountain of flame,
Thrashing and burning and scorching and melting all that I had ever known.
Is it right to give in? Or shall I stand strong,
Erect and firm at the presence of this oncoming apocalypse!
I want to be able to say I made a stand,
Want to be able to fight that which should not exist.
I will slay them all with the bare flesh of my hand,
Using the strength of purity and catechism as my only weapons.
The fight begins, and the demons gargle forward,
Sneering and boisterous and ever so tempting.
However peculiar it may seem, I want to join them,
To say that I was able to conquer the world long ago.
Is it right to switch sides?
To abandon my once fastidious morals and plunge into the abyss,
To leap blindly through the portal of pernicious intent? Yes.
The act of falling is always more pleasing than the fall itself.
For when I land, when I reach the bottom of this pit of despair,
I conclude that my faithful wings have dissipated, evanesced,
Leaving me a lone confident to enmity.
But this will not be the end!
No, this will not be the end!
I shall rise again from the ashes,
Shall birth a new and undamaged set of flight
To carry me once again to the top.
It can be done, can’t it?
Can’t it!
No.
Thrashing and burning and scorching and melting all that I had ever known.
Is it right to give in? Or shall I stand strong,
Erect and firm at the presence of this oncoming apocalypse!
I want to be able to say I made a stand,
Want to be able to fight that which should not exist.
I will slay them all with the bare flesh of my hand,
Using the strength of purity and catechism as my only weapons.
The fight begins, and the demons gargle forward,
Sneering and boisterous and ever so tempting.
However peculiar it may seem, I want to join them,
To say that I was able to conquer the world long ago.
Is it right to switch sides?
To abandon my once fastidious morals and plunge into the abyss,
To leap blindly through the portal of pernicious intent? Yes.
The act of falling is always more pleasing than the fall itself.
For when I land, when I reach the bottom of this pit of despair,
I conclude that my faithful wings have dissipated, evanesced,
Leaving me a lone confident to enmity.
But this will not be the end!
No, this will not be the end!
I shall rise again from the ashes,
Shall birth a new and undamaged set of flight
To carry me once again to the top.
It can be done, can’t it?
Can’t it!
No.
Author notes
Based on this option: 4, Write about the two sides of yourself- the 'devil' side and the 'angel' side...
Basically, it entails a battle going on between angels and demons in which I feel the urge to switch sides, therefore making it more of an inner battle instead.
A contest entry
- Angels/Devils..... by Walking Oxymoron.
700 points, ended November 16, 2008, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - The Slaughter of Reality...the death of dead flesh,myths, and stigmas! by FlamesDragoness.
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Comments
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I agree....it is a clever write, and you pulled us in....to
read every word and imagery!
A poem we could chew upon and debate from both
sides of our souls!
loved it!
thankyou for your entry and welcome to the finalist
list!
flamesdragoness


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Yeah, a clever write.
I liked the way you made it into a poetic conversation...
And the idea of switching sides is somethng everybody debates with themselves once in a while.
I liked this.


