The Old Ones Speak of Death

by Brooke Thompson   May 24, 2006


The old ones speak of Death
Passage onto the other plane
An end to the darkness of life
A tunnel of pain and sorrow
The end brings a shining, joyous light
So the old ones say.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Sean Allen

    Interesting. A bit too short to critique very well. The diction was pretty mature, and I'd say there was a fledgling rhythm being developed, though it was once again too short for a full-blown rhythm.

  • 17 years ago

    by Melissa S. Masucci

    This sounds like something I would say about things my grandfather talks about. I like it.

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