The Drum of Death

by Strange Angel   May 6, 2006


Time
Ageing, cracked and crumbled
Fragile
Like dry leaves
Breaking.
The sands are falling
Faster,
Faster.
His hand resting heavily
Upon her.
Waiting.
Breath like ice down misted panes
Her life is fading.
She feels it in the air;
The scent of death
Intoxicating.
Her limbs hang weary at her sides.
It aches.
It all aches now.
Lines, scored in time
Like the memories.
Her final quest;
Pilgrimage to death,
Praying, blessing
"Father! Keep me safe!"
Hollow eyes
And hollow laughter
He offers her his hand.
Gracefully
Dancing in the mists
To the beat of the drum
Of death.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Fig

    I didnt think rosy wrote that poem. it confused me for a while as it wouldnt have bin the first time i commented on someones stuff thinking it was someone elses. he he. i love the structure of this and the unusual flow. and the language i can feel it dripping from my lips as i read. if i read it aloud that is. which i havent. coz people would look at me wierdly. not that im in public. but the people in my head ewould think im wierd. aaargh., ill shut up now.

  • 17 years ago

    by Navy Blue Heart

    ARGH! I'M SO SORRY MADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok! Change the word Rosy to Maddy and take the message as read!

  • 17 years ago

    by Navy Blue Heart

    Oooh very nice Rosy. I like the lay out of the poem on the page, the short lines look reminiscent of the short sharp beats of a drum

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