Fear Killeth Thee

December 11, 2012
By Zaniarah SILVER, Smyrna, Georgia
Zaniarah SILVER, Smyrna, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
There are so many I'm not sure. I have to think about that.


A most noble knight,
That his name was above the rest,
Both man and beast fearest even the mention of his existence,
Twas fear that killeth thee.

A lovely maiden,
Eyes brighter than a summer's sun,
Longing for the gentle touch of thee to come and rescue her,
But thee had turned a deafened ear,
Twas fear that killeth thee.

Along a lowly stream,
A man singeth songs of old,
And hums to the sound of the waters,
That once was all his own,
Twas fear that killeth me...


The author's comments:
Fear. Our greatest enemy and most welcoming friend. Always ready to stand by us but never failing to seclude us from our joys and happiness. Fear. Does it exist? Only to the eyes of the beholder. We create our fears. We feed our fears. We feed until there is nothing left to feed. Then we die.
This poem speaks of a king who, because of his fears, led to his own downfall. Shall we allow ourselves to live the same life? Only we can decide...

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