SHINIGAMIS POEM COLLECTION No 1
These poems were all written during a cold snowy winter night, and you will
soon understand why they all sound so strange .
. Fear of Winter . *
* As I wonder the white landscape,
My mind is shrouded in fear. *
I think about the men in this drape, .
. Dead in the darkest night of the year.
The light not touches the ground,
* Where the reaper reaps the soil.
. Life may seem like a sound, . *
But never so quiet in its toil. .
. And as the night falls darker, *
* And the air grows chiller.
My mind wonders even harder, .
Surroundings hide me like a killer.
It may even seem like a curse,
. * That winter will never dive. .
In the minds of the last survivors, *
Will the spirit be kept alive.
* And as I continue to lose my breath,
The snow Queen embraces me.
. Lays her hands around me like death, .
And will not let me be.
. I slowly sink to the ground,
Snow hugs me and my closing eyes. .
. Life sweeps away without a sound,
* . While my body slowly dies. . * .
. The end is approaching near, .
There is no escape as I sigh.
. * And death is nearly here,
In the wintry moon lit sky. .
. * . h / m
Eyes of Death
Those eyes,
Colder than the coldest steel,
More harmful than sharpest spears,
More deadly then a hundred serpents,
They stare me in my face,
That felt no more.
My body was to be sucked dry,
My mind to be taken,
And then like a dead stick,
I was to be left behind,
But this was only another voyage,
To a place only the dead know best.
There my soul was battered and bartered,
By the angel of good,
And the angel of bad,
And somehow I felt I was never to return,
My fate was written in the books of ages.
And I was to go to hell.
There as I started my last voyage away,
Death screamed at me,
He spat on my face,
He took hold of me and my soul,
And for the last time that I saw him,
He looked me in the eyes.
Those eyes,
Colder than the coldest steel,
More harmful than sharpest spears,
More deadly then a hundred serpents,
They stare me in my face,
That felt no more...
h / m
Cause I am here
Death is dead,
He lives no more,
He never will, cause I am here.
The fight lasted on and on,
We were both badly scarred,
Only one was to rule on after that.
But the scythe I held,
Dealt the blow most unkind,
And he was gone, cause I am here.
And I sit down,
In the chair of the dead,
Down there, in the underworld.
The dying are screaming,
They can wait their turn,
Changes must be made, cause I am here.
No more mercy to the dying,
Everyone must go,
Until the earth is empty, and void.
Let the evil be sent to hell,
and the kind to heaven,
It does not matter, cause I am here.
As far as I care,
They are all the same,
Criminals all but everyone.
And only the living will stay,
But their turn will come,
Cause I am here, and my word is law!
h / m
It Always Will
It may be winter,
But it will end,
Everything does,
But it will be back,
It always will.
With spring comes renewal,
A new birth,
And this will continue,
Until winter comes again,
It always will.
But now is the time to rejoice,
Now is the time to be happy,
Because tomorrow,
The end comes again,
It always will.
But we continue living,
For as long as they exist,
We will be here,
But it will be back,
It always will
h / m
This poem was requested by Maverick after he heard the Eyes of Death Poem.
Eyes of Love
She looked at me with her clear blue eyes,
Those eyes that could see into my soul and back.
And I could see how they changed in colour and size,
With the setting of the darkening sun into black.
The beach was clear,
The sand was hot.
And all we could see,
Were the eyes of love.
Her mind searched through my soul like thunder,
My thoughts I would finally make her hear,
And as I expressed my feelings in wonder,
She held her baited breath with fear.
The beach was clear,
The sand was hot.
And all we could see,.
Were the eyes of love.
Then we stood up and ran towards the sun,
Until we collapsed panting into each others hands.
And we could see that life oh so fun,
Of passionate love in these deserted lands.
The beach was clear,
The sand was hot.
And all we could see,
Were the eyes of love.
As we drew closer to each other on the beach,
We saw how we wanted this night to be free.
And as the sand felt like the skin of a peach,
We made love in the shadows of the mango tree.
The beach was clear,
The sand was hot.
And all we could see,
Were the eyes of love.
And in the morning we would wake up in time,
To find each other in each others hands.
And I would see her dreamy eyes staring at mine,
Those clear blue eyes of love and commands.
h / m
--------------------------------------- Name: Poetry collection 1. By: Shinigami//AXss 1997
Hmmmm, doesnt it seem strange how I made all these poems in just one night
while I was down in Mavericks house. It also seems so strange that while I
may be talking about death in one poem, I might suddenly be talking about
love in another one. Hmm : anywayz, if you want to use these poems sumplace,
you may, but its MY POEMS, so give me credit , thanx, l8erz.
h / m
I command the Devil...