Final Pain

A description of the possible end

 

Final Pain

 

Standing over all

He mocks at their cries

Exquisite pain their lot ever more

Into their eyes, he sees their fear

Basking in this, he fans the heat

Making more fervent their arduous pleas

Relief! Relief! Shall none be had?

 

Gathering minions, he sends them forth

More, more, more to the fray!

New ones entering, joining the noise

Ever more lasting the dance of pain

Words now fail those inside

Pain, final pain, searing the flesh

Nothing relieves, nothing abates.

 

Feeling mirth, water he sends

Lest be thought he an unworthy host

And laughs he does as all do fight

Over one lone drop flying through their midst

Vanishing within their reach and touch

Morbid laughter he taunts their ears

Service to me, yet was so easy!

 

Told you did I was this last place

For now you see the end of all

Life’s fleeting pathways hath brought you to me

You chose freely, and here you shall be!

Hello to all, your comforts have flown!

Voices so loud, he revels in such

And reaches forth, that fruit to touch.

 

Withering now, it sits in his hand

Casts it aside, no beauty he finds

Turns he to all in his desolate domain

Joy in them now he finds

Watching the squirming masses below

Feeds more to the furnace

And basks in its glow!

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Sexy P3nguin]

A nice read I have to say.
I did feel a little bit of fear and also the poem itself had an errie feel to it.
It flowed nice and again a nice read.
Thanks for entering

[Pookie]

Very nicely written.

[Emily B]

Brings to mind the words of the grand old masters; the bards sublime whose distant footsteps echo through the corridors of time.