Survival of the Silent

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  1. dark.streets

    dark.streets Member

    Said the raven to the willow tree, “Hark!
    “The souls rise now from their burnt graves!”
    As the blackened corpses let themselves free,
    The willow tree groaned, there it stayed.
    “The sun has forsaken this desolate land,”
    Lamented the raven, from the darkness of his heart,
    “And yet still here you stand,
    Flee shall I, before we are torn apart.”

    So the raven gave his departure
    Into the scorching sky.
    The tree moved not from this bleak picture,
    As the souls let out a cry,
    “The flames of Hell, they come to you
    To destroy your precious soul.
    "Stand, if you will, but when we are through
    Your beautiful leaves will turn black as coal.”

    Though the flames licked at him,
    The willow tree moved not.
    As the light faded and dimmed,
    Not a single movement was caught.
    The souls of the dead saw this now
    And their hearts were filled with life,
    Death stared and wondered how
    As the masquerade was pierced with a knife.
  2. sammakko

    sammakko Banned Member

    That is just so awsome

    It fit so well

    I try to kill my feelings
    I would grab and eat my own heart if possible
    If it is the way how it stop love someone
    I hate my heart and I hate my feelings

    What you wrote may help me

    So thanks,
  3. dark.streets

    dark.streets Member

    Thank you for the positive feedback. I hope you continue to read my poetry, if that work moved you so deeply.
  4. pit

    pit Well-Known Member

    I like it. Very impressive. I love ravens too!
  5. dark.streets

    dark.streets Member

    Well...the raven was a metaphor for people we rely on. When things get tough, the only person I ever have is myself.
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