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Deathnote
10-12-2006, 08:18 PM
Made this around the same time as "The Angel of Death" and "A Land of Fire." Just thought that I might as well post this one as well. :p



The sky was dark with darker clouds forming
Above the mass of soldiers swarming.
The wind was heavy and filled with rain
As if to discourage (or encourage?) the battle's bane.

The grass turned from green... to yellow... to red
As the ground became littered with the dead.
Life on both sides quickly diminished
As the battle came close to being finished.

There were those who were lucky,
Or maybe were unlucky,
To live a while longer.
Those soldiers showed loyalty,
And fought on courageously,
On grass painted by comrades.

One of them looked on, with a face of shock,
At a lone figure at the center.
This dark robed stranger, as still as a rock,
Stood oblivious to the danger.

The soldier with the gifted eyes,
Convinced himself that they were lies.
However, it was not deceit,
For where else would death wished to seat?

When the battle came to an end,
The heaven lends the peace that left.
The strange robed figure went to tend,
And then to send away, the dead.

The soldier with the gifted eyes,
Laid there like a meal for the flies.
The soldier with the gifted eyes,
Waited there on the ground to die.

As if it sensed the soldier's distress,
Above the mess, a butterfly came.
It hovered about with recklessness,
Without business, for it had no care.

The soldier looked up at the wings,
With hope in his future comings.
A hand was held into the air,
For the butterfly to land there.

The dark robed stranger, gripping a sharp scythe,
Turned and looked at the near dead soldier.
With a hidden face, piercing the psyche,
Death walked on the red grass and approached.

The warrior's eyes stretched wide,
As the scythe drew to the side,
Readied to strike and take life.
The butterfly flew to hide,
But Death's cold hand stopped the glide,
And sent it back to the earth.

The sky was dark with darker clouds forming.
The wind was heavy and filled with rain.
The grass turned from green... to yellow... to red.
Life on both sides quickly diminished.

The dark robed stranger turned around and left,
Leaving the soldier under the sift.
The soldier breathed for he knew he was shunned,
For the angel of death's job was done.

freedom
10-12-2006, 08:25 PM
Very nice thanks Deathnote

davesmistress
10-12-2006, 08:46 PM
Very cool Deathnote ...thanks