A tale of death

This was written by Fallen Angel a.k.a Claudia Garcia and Fantasyfairy, we've interpreted that a young man has died and is waiting around for death!!!

A Tale Of Death

Where is the light?
The light that is suppose to
Save me from this perpetual night

This funeral home most definately
Does not feel like home, and that,
most definately
Cannot be me

I had a body strong and tall,
My hair was red and my eyes were blue,
not that thing in there.

I look down at my body and though
My eyes are closed, you can still
See a hint of sorrow upon my
Dead, pale face.

The sorrow that was in my heart,
I try to remember that feeling
The one had got me from there to now
I can feel only a hint.

The air suddenly gets colder and I feel
A pressence with me now. I turn to see a
Tall superior figure standing a few feet
Behind me, staring at me.

He wore a black trench coat, and had
An angelic face, his voice, though, was
Grim and morbid. "Hello Ben, I have
Come for thee. Come to take you home"

Home? he says.
But I had a home once
A castle, a shelter, my domain,
So where was home now?

My body shivered and my voice shook,
I asked who he was and his reply was just
As dark, "I am Death." If my heart were still
Beating, it would've stopped right then.

"Death?" I asked as the words sunk in,
"Did you take her too? Death so grim!"
He looked at me but did not reply,
He had taken my love, let her die.

"I take those that need to be taken"
Was his only reply, his face emotionless.
He begins walking towards me,
I begin walking back.

"Stay away" I proclaimed
"You must come" He said
He stretched out his hand
And I suddenly felt something pulling me

I was right in front of him
And I stared into those dead
Cold, brown eyes of his
I knew my fate was sealed

Then she appeared and my time was now,
The love we had shining through,
Death stepped away, and I went
With her, and him, back home.
 

Reviews

[THERISA]

The way, which the body is describe at the funeral home, is actually in the way, that the body there is a pale shadow of the real person in live. The spark, soul or spirit is missing, which makes the corpse in front of us, come to live. Death should be accepted as part of the cycle and not feared as something evil. Thank you for sharing this collaborate poem with us.

Therisa

[Sean M. Addams]

very awesome piece .... great job on this together ... you made a really strong team on this one... very impressive.

[Gary H]

Nicely done and flows very well - you both must have the same dark thoughts...he he! A perfect way to get writing again is to collaborate just for a few words and the stimulus brings on ideas. I'm sure from this one poem you both have lots of new directions.

[Megan Wylder]

I loved the begining, but it felt kind of weak to mean at the end, like parts of it were forced just so you could end it. But other than that, it was a good read.

[forfila]

Such a scary tale Claudia,, but it has a bright ending which I always enjoy. Very imaginative piece too, you take the reader right through it all with you..
Much enjoyed, keep em coming

Love
Me

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

I like this Claudia and think for sure you are over your writer's block.
I like the descriptions and the subject.. nice writing .. !

Chloe
xoxo

[JC Fox]

Great job ladies! Awesome poem!

[Michael]

I FEAR death so! This helps make that subside some though :) Nice write.

[Brenda Sue]

Very beautifully written tale of death. A great collaboration. You two did an absolutely excellent job. Wonderfully penned.

[Marie]

I liked it. Thank you both for sharing your combined talent. May we see more from the two of you in the future.