Tsekuva
28th June 2002, 22:40
Hey all, I'm knew here. I just registered today. In any case, I would've posted this poem on the poem's thread, but it seemed to be pretty full...so...here goes. Lemme know what you think
Cold; wind stirs the leaves
A breathless whisper,
Drawing me nearer to fate
Beckoning my soul to completion.
Eyes glare among the shadows,
Pleading me onward
In my desperate journey,
To beyond the grave’s touch.
A path marks the way
Among the weeds of hate
My destination yet unseen,
Known only from a dream.
A thousand guiding voices
Whisper a thousand guiding hints
Who can decipher the truth,
That only death can reveal?
Darkness reaches across my path
The wings of a fallen angel stretch
Beyond sight and understanding;
Guarding the dark gates that lead
To beyond the grave’s touch.
A Spirit arises from within
The warmth of the embrace
Banishing shadows and hate
The night grows cold; silence reigns
A thousand voices become one,
A sweet sigh, a lover’s caress
Leading me on to my death
I glimpse of the things that
Once I held dear; meaningless
Now with the truth before me,
How could I have been so blind?
A hand reaches out through the night
Glowing in radiance and glory
Tears fill my eyes and I fall
To my knees on the ground
Brilliant light blinds me
As for the first time I see
With eyes once seared by hate
The one who died for me: alive.
Cold; wind stirs the leaves
A breathless whisper,
Drawing me nearer to fate
Beckoning my soul to completion.
Eyes glare among the shadows,
Pleading me onward
In my desperate journey,
To beyond the grave’s touch.
A path marks the way
Among the weeds of hate
My destination yet unseen,
Known only from a dream.
A thousand guiding voices
Whisper a thousand guiding hints
Who can decipher the truth,
That only death can reveal?
Darkness reaches across my path
The wings of a fallen angel stretch
Beyond sight and understanding;
Guarding the dark gates that lead
To beyond the grave’s touch.
A Spirit arises from within
The warmth of the embrace
Banishing shadows and hate
The night grows cold; silence reigns
A thousand voices become one,
A sweet sigh, a lover’s caress
Leading me on to my death
I glimpse of the things that
Once I held dear; meaningless
Now with the truth before me,
How could I have been so blind?
A hand reaches out through the night
Glowing in radiance and glory
Tears fill my eyes and I fall
To my knees on the ground
Brilliant light blinds me
As for the first time I see
With eyes once seared by hate
The one who died for me: alive.