Afterimages

However the image enters

Its force remains within

My eyes

Four caverns

Each of a different fate

They surround an audience

One burns with heat 

And the licks of flames spit outward

Lighting the crowd's faces

Another with ice and jagged edges

Sending chills through the already shaking bodies

Of their prey

One is less menacing

A green like Lily's eyes

The last is a deep violet

With the pungent odor of rotting 

That clamps hands around noses

We all survived the first round

Now we must wait for the Lord

To make his decision

He stands before the red abyss

Its size dwarfing his snake-like figure

All the power

In just one flick

One mutter

One snap

His robes billowing

As he paces

The massive arena

Yet for some reason

I feel important

Because he spared me.

Author's Note

The first three lines are from a poem called "AfterImages. I used a dream.

First draft written on 6-22-11

Reviews

[paradise]

amazing i really liek it great ink

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

~However the image enters
Its force remains within
My eyes~
dam you, wish i would of wrote that
haha nevermind enjoyed the hit
goodness job

[Emunah June.]

Oh my God. This is amazing!! The words, the feelings, the emotion, the STORY!! All of this was incredible! You're words were absolutely breathtaking!