Crying in the Darkness

Crying in the Darkness

A Poem by Foxemerald
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A tribute to the victims of the Connecticut tragedy.

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~ Crying in the Darkness ~

 (A Tribut to the Connecticut victims)

 

 

Dark times ahead,

Of everyone in the world lies,

But those who have magic,

Give to this evil spirit.

 

They lift up their wands of red flame,

Which tremble beneath the fire,

That shoots straight from the owners,

To cover the wand,

Right out their hearts.

 

Although their hearts are bleeding,

The wands of magic from their fiery breasts,

Tremble with passion, and fire, and zeal-

No one can stop the arcs of shooting red,

As they roar to life,

And our eyes look upon the dead ones,

Gentle children that haven’t visited,

Where they still need to go,

Their future plans,

Christmas gifts,

The dreams in their breasts and their own brochures,

Of lands that are forgotten,

Never to be trod on by pattering feet,

And tiny toes-

Or lost hair ribbons from bobbing pigtails,

While the passion arcs now twist about,

In the form of linking hands,

And people praying,

And singing,

Hoping for a better way.

 

The future,

Holds nothing much,

But betwixt the magic in our breast,

We are able to move on,

For thankfully we shed a tear,

During a ripping crisis,

That brings a certain magic,

A certain song and movement . . .

To every single person.

 

We who grieve,

Who are grieving in ripping howls,

Are comforted,

By the ability to cry,

To sing and to pray,

On this cold, terribly biting winter’s night-

When all should be at rest,

But are instead-

Walking dead people.

 

May God be with the souls on this terrible night,

That has shed cruelty upon them,

And may the magic that we share,

Be our guide,

And the tear our song,

That will forever send out,

The message-

Of love.

© 2012 Foxemerald


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I think everything that happens, have happened and will happen is a result from an ealier headless activity of individuals, organization and of the society that surrounds us. Everything that have happened mirrors our own actions. I guess every event, good or bad, doesn't only happen for the sake of the one that caused it. It happens for everyone to reflect, to comprehend and to take head. How henious a man that kills innocents all over the world is compared to a child that kills a handfull of bees? They are but the same. The value of life is the same. The action of the man and the child may seem insignificant but they both represent negligence and ignorance.

Innocent children died because of headless action of a troubled man- bigger picture, but if we are going to reflect deeply this can be brought down to a smaller picture, to the smallest unit of society- the family. Parents should be more sensitive with the needs of their kids, not only on material aspect but most importantly on emotional aspect to make sure that their kids will always be on the right track no matter what.

Bees died in the hands of a growing child- smaller picture but can be brought up to a bigger picture if ignored- the future. A troubled man killing innocent children. Point is, everything comes from the basic unit of society, the family.

You have written a very heavy topic from a very controversial occurence. I'm glad to have shared my thoughts:) Thank you for sharing this with me.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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