Legends:3 The price

Legends:3 The price

A Poem by Vincent A. Beasley
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The unintentional price that he paid for his daughter.

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It was a pile up.
Cars were uneven and misplaced.
Some were turned on their sides.
Others, on their backs.
Some were even joined and bent together.
Glass was every where.
People covered in blood.
Most were dead.

A young lady stared at a car,
turned on it's back.
Smashed to pieces and beyond recognition.
A loved one was inside.
There was no way there could have been a survivor.
She was speechless.

Suddenly,
A man rose from the rubble,
Large pieces falling from his back.
His gaze found hers.
Fear still in her eyes.
He held his arms out to embrace her,
With a loving smile.
A look of horror flashed upon the young girl's face.
The mans skin began to turn black and rot away,
And black smoke pouring from him.
He looked at his arms,
Which were held out.
Horror was just as evident in his expressions as well.

 

"I- I just wanted to protect you!"


There's no way there could have been a survivor.

He had protected her,
And become a legend.
But at what price?

© 2009 Vincent A. Beasley


Author's Note

Vincent A. Beasley
Basically, all he wanted to do was to protect her with all his might, and ended up became a legend. But the price he paid was his own "life". But legends live forever. So it couldn't be his literal life. But instead, his identity and likeliness

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Another epic poem. Great. I love the concept. It's so sad and tragic. Good descriptions.

Keep Writing. ^___^

Posted 15 Years Ago


Dear Vincent,

Yep. No one could have survived! And again, the idea you are exploring in the piece is nice, one of self-sacrifice, giving in the moment without asking the price.

Best regards,

Rick

Posted 15 Years Ago



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