The Reason For Death

October 15, 2010
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He sweeps through the night on a chariot of shadows;
His tears drip like ink upon the world;
His sorrow leaves all in mourning
In mirrored pools of coal-black swirl.
The brightest light cannot pierce his sorrow,
And none can imagine his heart so hollow.
When asked one day why he killed so much,
He could only reply:
"I am Death; what they took from me was life. If I cannot experience their gladness, then everyone must die!"

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lucybrown2010 said...
Jan. 28, 2011 at 1:15 pm

Ooh, I love this!

I especially like the beat and the flow at the beginning.

At the end the beat is a little off- I'm not sure if that was intentional or not. 

But anyway, I really enjoyed it!

I hope you keep writing!

Inkfan said...
Nov. 1, 2010 at 5:27 pm
I accidentally rated my poem 1 star :( Oops!
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