Come See the Show

another dream i am not that satisfied with the peice though

Come one, Come all

Come see the show

In the middle of nowhere

A thousand chairs are set

To see the boy with long hair

 

Now all the chairs are seated now

By the wicked and the demonic

They came from all around

To watch the boy

To hear his unique sound

 

Their blank stares watch the boy

As he descends the wooden stairs

To the wooden porch

Which is his stage

 

A shows what they came for

So time for the first act

The boy takes the acoustic

And looks with dismay

For on rusted strings

He is forced to play

 

He takes a look

Into the void

Out to the crowd

To see blank stares all around

 

No expression

No words

Or claps

None

Except from the old man

Detached from the crowd

 

He cheers for every song

Bobbing his head to the beat

Of each harmonious melody

Complementing on each act

Puffing his cigar trying not to hack

 

After a while the boy's fingers start to tear

Causing blood to pour like rain from his hand

Out to the crowd the river would flow

And when reaching them the boy would behold

There demonic forms change to a soul pure as gold

Which floated up high for they were free from this world

 

But when it reached the old man

Light took his form

He looked at me

And gave me a wink

And it all suddenly changed

 

The guitar transformed

Body made of ebony

Fret board intertwined with ivory

And the tuning pegs of pure silver

 

The world around me morphed

From the void of nowhere

To a stage with a crowd

Full of screams

And the old man came up to me

And bonded with me bonding me

With eternity

And together we played the greatest show of all

Author's Note

reviews please

Reviews

[Stephen Scaggs]

Dear Writer,

Rejoice. Rejoice. Again, I say rejoice. This is talent right here and an expedient improvement on your part, I might say. I loved your depth, because it feels like when you start writing, you go to this place where imagery just becomes second nature to you. The breaking of stanzas is appropriate. Try to add some repetition at times to spice things up. Repetition and Rhyming are seasoning on your food. It's not necessary, but it's nice.

It's also nice to note your flow, as it catches my eye from start to finish. Ever enjoyable. Just remember to not be arrogant of yourself, for as a writer there will always be someone higher than you. That is a philosophy in life. Good job writing this. You have learned the basics of poetry. Now it's time to master them. :P Good job! 9.8/10.

A Friend,
S. W. Scaggs

[Deaths Cold Kiss]

Love this write, your work is amazing

[The Last Poetic King]

dude some of your s**t reminds me of me last year. i was at this point, and i mean you shot up faster then i did. after three months i was nowhere near this level of writing. I thoroughly enjoyed this. I think it's because once you start something you catch on fast or something.

[Bette]

nice very descriptive

[HorrorMaster]

Amazing poem

[untoldtruth]

this was an absolutely great poem! You are an awesome writer, keep writing :)