He runs his fingers teasingly across the staff of his scythe
And the hearts of those who see him jolt
While things lower harden.
Most are not sure whether to bite their lips
In terror or in lust.
To those who are soon to be at peace;
He is everything they want,
And everything they fear.
He is beautiful, cerulean porcelain
Starved into a faint blue.
They are not sure if he is the color of death
Or merely the lack of life; They do not care.
It is his coldness that draws them in,
Sucks them under.
They cannot resist him
As he swiftly slams his blade
Into the Earth above them;
Ripping them,
Terrifying them,
Bringing them.
Threaded between him and their hearts is a ribbon,
Or a simple thread, shiningly slate and beautiful.
If one peers close, one can see their life
Reflecting back from the shining strand.
He holds them by a tether of this string,
Many of them bundled in his hand and they,
Oh they, follow like heart broke puppies.
Because he is so beautiful and so cold,
And so very much their end.
The dead do want him so desperately
They fear him. He is their angel;
He holds within him the grace of death.
It beckons them lustily from his so cold eyes.
Author notes
number seventeen ( http://th01.deviantart.net/fs16/300W/f/2007/193/7/c/Beforehand_picture_by_feimo.jpg ) , and no, I didn't get the title from an A.B. book. It's just a coincidence it sort of sounds like it.
A contest entry
- Angel Picture Prompt by Narcissus In Chains.
1250 points, ends November 28, 28 entries
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geeez, this was crazy good, only great poets keep you guessing on the topic til near the end, and then the readers want to read it over.
i really cant find anything for you to improve on, the descriptions in this were awesomee, imagery was amazing, just overall fantastic piece, awesome work and keep it up.
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thanks. I tried my hardest but Death and beauty aren't two things that go together normally in my head so it was actually really challenging to write.
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awesome
Very vidid imagery here. I haven't gone in to see the picture - but I don't think I need to after reading this piece. Brutal - and loving. Welcoming you to run away. With every life taken I think I can see his tears. I hope you win something for this piece. It really is quite good. PeAcE
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thanks I'm hoping so too. I know the person who wrote the contest and I just took the picture, the stuff he likes in poems and tried to mix it all together. It was actually very awkward for me because my normal style isn't the type he likes and my normal themes and stuff are most definitely not his favorites. It was really challenging and I'm hoping I get at least an honorable mention...
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..He is beautiful, cerulean porcelain
Starved into a faint blue.
They are not sure if he is the color of death
Or merely the lack of life; They do not care.
It is his coldness that draws them in,
Sucks them under.
Really excellent story telling here lass,
kept my interest...
i think it should win gold.
Bless you always
little gypsy,
Liam
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thanks, I tried. I was a little uncomfortable writing it because it's so out of my range but I gave it my best.
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