The PreciousA Poem by Alvin L. KathembeA very deep poem...make of it what you will.I, Slowly fading into darkness Ride with Arwen for the River As the hounds of hell pursue us There’s no hero to deliver We trust to speed, our trusty steed! Slip and slide amidst the rubble She props my limp, convulsing self Like a corpse upon the saddle. She, Feverishly mumbles prayers Who will save us from this evil? Keeps her eyes fixed firmly forward For behind us is the devil… She can almost feel their breathing So urgently do they press us They stretch far forth filthy fingers Ever closer to the Precious… A deadly poison’s in my veins Thus we ride to seek a serum Caught in the final throes of death I fall into delirium. She whispers - “Hold on a little Our destination is in sight From the chasing wraiths behind us We shall presently find respite.” We, Soon espy the shining sliver Like a silver chain set in moss We stand upon the river-bank And challenge the demons to cross. When they set foot in the waters ’Twas an awesome sight to have seen - How rushing waves came galloping And washed them away down the stream. Tenderly away she bore me To the One who could make me whole Safe in my bosom, the Precious My precious, my precious…my soul. © 2011 Alvin L. KathembeReviews
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4 Reviews Added on February 13, 2011 Last Updated on February 13, 2011 AuthorAlvin L. KathembeNairobi, KenyaAboutI write for the mind...and if I touch your heart while I'm at it, I'll take it. more..Writing
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