UntitledA Poem by CarmalouStory of death...with a twist ;) Red brown emotion reveals fiery eyes upon a star lit night The pale horse rides through. Fast, faster still, journey incomplete Slap! Sends a wave of chestnut hair to the floor falling to the floor. The pale skin imprinted red, follows to the floor Hurry, rider, hurry! You mustn’t be late! Run faster, Pale Horse A brown boot kicks her ribs. This one will end differently than the others A second kick, a third. Tonight he will not stop, even when, tipping back his bottle, he misses his mouth Again he kicks her. A scream is to be heard. Pain is all she feels, red anger swells up and bursts, pulsing purple through the room His hand rises for a final time to end her bruised, broken life Hurry, Rider, hurry! Death’s afoot, this cold night. Run faster, Pale Horse! His hand falls, but misses the mark. The mark, herself, found strength for one last fight Almost there, Pale Horse Stumbling, she rises for one final time. Standing, she raises her small hands for The Fight The Pale Horse arrives! The Rider jumps off his horse and runs inside, however unseen He laughs at her defiance to her fate. His laughter rises to a startling high crescendo when… A contraction of the heart, another, and another yet! He crumples to the floor, fighting with all his might. And Death, riding his Pale Horse away with His prize, laughs at the man and his defiance of his fate.
© 2009 CarmalouAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on February 6, 2009 Last Updated on February 6, 2009 AuthorCarmalouTravelingAboutI am a college student, though I am not currently studying a specific subject. I would like to study several, (biology, nursing, history, literature) but until I find a specific one I can stick with, .. more..Writing
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