Anya Bolton
New Challenger
- Joined
- Apr 16, 2001
- Posts
- 69
CHASE
Running. Running away
A live body inhaled deep.
He was running away
Then stopped when he realised that over the log he should have leaped.
The man with the weapon
Vowed that the body shall be in eternal sleep.
Scurrying..hurrying..
Vowed that he shall escape eternal sleep.
A click of the weapon
Man swallowing hard then released-
One click of the weapon
Over the log its messanger leaped.
One strong being-
Swifter than others; prehaps then all-
All it took was one tiny object for him to fall.
Lying down...positioned in odd angles...
Then the man arrives.
No shed tear. No shock of horror.
Instead he smiles and readies his weapon.
What is good in being awake?
What is wrong in eternal sleep?
A click of that weapon and another messanger would be nested.
The dark hole of the weapon gave time for the body’s still eyes to be rested.
But Man stops to gaze at the body
He stares in wonder...in admiration...in envy.
The short lush hair, serene eyes and noble head
Hate in his heart believes it’ll be only more admirable when dead.
The wounded bleeding body
Sees nothing save everything into the darkness fade
The majestic bleeding body
Inhales slower, trembling upon the white snow laid.
Man thinks in silence: is it awake or eternally asleep?
The body is tired and in neeed of eternal sleep.
Dark bathes all in its rough cotten sheet
Such a painful price for the eternal sleep.
As Man thinks he lights a cigarette
Its embers glow
The body is comforted by it even though
The second messanger’s task is now complete.
Beauty in death? Beauty in life?
No one shed a single tear for the dead moose and his past strife.'
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What do I have to say: I was inspired by Silvia Plath's poem 'Medallion' and this extract from Metallica "..When it comes to be just a soothing light at the end of your tunnel..just a freight train coming your way.."
Running. Running away
A live body inhaled deep.
He was running away
Then stopped when he realised that over the log he should have leaped.
The man with the weapon
Vowed that the body shall be in eternal sleep.
Scurrying..hurrying..
Vowed that he shall escape eternal sleep.
A click of the weapon
Man swallowing hard then released-
One click of the weapon
Over the log its messanger leaped.
One strong being-
Swifter than others; prehaps then all-
All it took was one tiny object for him to fall.
Lying down...positioned in odd angles...
Then the man arrives.
No shed tear. No shock of horror.
Instead he smiles and readies his weapon.
What is good in being awake?
What is wrong in eternal sleep?
A click of that weapon and another messanger would be nested.
The dark hole of the weapon gave time for the body’s still eyes to be rested.
But Man stops to gaze at the body
He stares in wonder...in admiration...in envy.
The short lush hair, serene eyes and noble head
Hate in his heart believes it’ll be only more admirable when dead.
The wounded bleeding body
Sees nothing save everything into the darkness fade
The majestic bleeding body
Inhales slower, trembling upon the white snow laid.
Man thinks in silence: is it awake or eternally asleep?
The body is tired and in neeed of eternal sleep.
Dark bathes all in its rough cotten sheet
Such a painful price for the eternal sleep.
As Man thinks he lights a cigarette
Its embers glow
The body is comforted by it even though
The second messanger’s task is now complete.
Beauty in death? Beauty in life?
No one shed a single tear for the dead moose and his past strife.'
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What do I have to say: I was inspired by Silvia Plath's poem 'Medallion' and this extract from Metallica "..When it comes to be just a soothing light at the end of your tunnel..just a freight train coming your way.."
