by Barbara Anna Marjanovic
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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In death, the soul still ponders and is restless--here, it ponders one that has wronged it...in anger.
In life, you deserted me,
In my death, you rejoiced,
What is this that you seek?
Glory above all else?
Why do you balk at stranger who cry for your help?
Shove aside those which claw at your side,
Begging you for hope and some comfort for the night.
Who are you?
A high Prince of all Princes?
A man who dubs thyself Saint when he is really a Demon of most high?
Oh wrath shall be upon you!
My wrath is what you shall fear,
When you turn your back,
And your world falls from under you,
I will be there,
Oh Prince most high,
Thief of all goodness,
Demon of all hate,
I will be the one pushing you to the edge,
Off the edge into my realm
Where you cannot hide any longer
Oh Demon Beast!
You shall pay,
And pay you shall,
By my hands,
By the soil,
By the worms within the soil.
In death, I will not desert you,
For eternity I shall wage my war against you,
And for eternity,
My dear, sweet, Demon,
In your eternal death, I shall rejoice.
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|Reviewed by John Domino
|Yes, very descriptive. Excellent poetry. However, I don't think the deamon is not something most people would want to go with to live in eternity. We all make choices. I pray that you make the right one.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Overcoming! Powerful write, Barbara. Love and peace to you. Regis|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|a most unique and strong write, barbara! very nice! :D|
|Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson
|A strong and interesting write! I would have called that Demon, something other than "dear" or "sweet" hahaha. Well done!|
|Reviewed by Ian Thorpe
|A fine dramatic piece Barbara, I enjoyed it.
One thing if I mat; the line "A man who dubs thyself Saint" I felt would read better as "A man who dubs himself saint" or "One who dubs yourself (thyself) Saint." I'm being picky? OK, but I can't help it, I'm British and I have a literature degree. Thou and Thy is old fashioned and because it is often misused in a religious context it can be tricky.
But that is a small technical point and does not detract from the poem.