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A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new place to stand and be heard, to share with others our deepest secrets and whispered wants. Combined with their love for verse and their desire to share with others a forgotten art of expression, the members of the poetry pages have come together again. With a few new additions and the same eclectic views of the world, they have brought together a new out look on life.
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Continuing their love of the written word, especially the art of poetry, authors from PoetryPages.com offer their second volume of collected poems. This eclectic group has combined talents to bring to text the thoughts and spirits of the changing seasons, the joys and sorrows of life and the faith and fury of our present world. In volume two rediscover the heartfelt emotions and unique experiences written by twenty individuals from different corners of the world, united by their love of poetry and the desire to share their expressions, with you, the reader. It is our earnest wish that you be touched in some small way as you embark on your own journey through the pages of this book.
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Fade to Black
I come upon you in your darkest deeds,
Your evil deeds, your killing deeds
And lo you swing your scythe at me
To lay me low, to silence me,
What a dastardly plan you evil man,
to kill not one, you must kill two.
So you force my hand to take a stand
I dodge your thrust, I make my move
But I am trapped no where to run
You hold my sway, can’t run away.
So I must fight to stay alive,
What do I do to make you pay.
Your evil smile through dark intent,
I’m at your will, no mercy here.
You’ll bleed me out, watch me die.
You’ll do it slow, you love my fear
But then alas I find a pipe
made of lead, to crush your head.
We’re even now you evil cow.
I’ll splay you out, I’ll make you dead.
So rage to rage and blood to blood
The battle starts, the ancient rite.
You swing your blade, I swing my pipe.
You cut me deep, your jaw I smite
‘Til my blood flows, your bones are broken
The mask of death, the ghostly pall
But still we fight to darkest death.
You’ll gut me clean, I’ll make you crawl
But then at last I find the strike.
I crush your skull in one clean sweep.
You fall dead, your blade glows red.
Your body falling at my feet,
In victory I raise my pipe.
It’s crimson rain falls down on me
But soon I find my wounds severe.
I’ll breath my last in misery
As all around me turns to night.
I feel the fall, the hard impact
I whisper last my lover’s name.
One last tear, then fade to black.
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