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1686  Link to this entry 
Written about Wednesday 2004-11-03
Written: (7326 days ago)

*Symbolism behind the Last Judgement... copied again*

Ah yes.... I figured I might as well put in a little of the symbolism in it... just in case you're too stupid to see it/think of it otherwise...


The bells anounce religion, sadness, and death.

the doves symbolize grief and purity lost.

End of journey (if you didn't figure out that this is death, then you need some help)....

No-body is immune to death, regardless of what we had in life...

the arrow is time, it moves quickly and can't be stopped...
the archer... well...

time, fate, call it what you will...

the blood of death grows and covers us all, as a field is covered with poppies.

The reaper doth his scythe to swing,<--Grim Reaper, genius!


Darkest of night to bring<-- death...


Weary trav'ler, finally sleeping <-- Eventually, you get your rest in the valley of the dead


In the blackness, now falling <-- death descending over the eyes of a person


Guardians cry, Halo and Wing <-- Angels grieve for the loss of the damned


From the path, the spirit's strag'ling <-- sinners


Heart for soul is a-hag'ling <-- A last, desperate appeal for salvation


In the deep, the bones are rat'ling <-- time has finally ended and the dead awaken


Angels verses Demon bat'ling <-- The final battle


Army of the dead is rising!<-- guess... it's not that hard.


The Gone shall come again.


1685  Link to this entry 
Written about Wednesday 2004-11-03
Written: (7326 days ago)

The Last Judgement.


The dark bells ding.
The mourning doves sing.
The end of the journey, this thing.
Spares neither peasant nor king.
Brought about by an arrow's twing
As the archer plays upon his lethal string.
Red flowers that bloom and sting.
The reaper doth his scythe to swing,
Darkest of night to bring.
Weary trav'ler, finally sleeping.
In the blackness, now falling,
Guardians cry, Halo and Wing.
From the path, the spirit's strag'ling,
Heart for soul is a-hag'ling.
In the deep, the bones are rat'ling.
Angels verses Demon bat'ling.
Army of the dead is rising!
The Gone shall come again.

The Knight Gone Astray

Let me tell you a tale
Of a stalwart old knave
Who one day set sail
For a maiden to save.


Yes, through wind and gail
‘Til, lo! There's a cave!
With his jacket of mail
And his heart, oh so brave…


He followed the trail
That the gnomes do pave.
To a place that glowed, pale.
Which men's hearts do crave.


With buckets of ale
That cause them to rave.
The land under the dale
Sweet kiss of death she gave…

*Two older poems... I thought I'd copy them from ET to EP... so I did!*

1672  Link to this entry 
Written about Tuesday 2004-11-02
Written: (7327 days ago)

Hi everyone... If you scroll down, I doubt there will be much that strikes your interest.... Meh, I will add the questionare when I have the time and inspiration... Until then... well...
Anyways... I'm sitting/ was sitting in Precalculus, as it is the slowest most boring, simple, mathematics class I've ever taken, and I wrote a crappy little poem. Because it's lunchtime and I don't have much else to do, I think I'll copy it here....

*stemmed from English class, jsyk*
AND I DON'T TALK LIKE THIS! Exc. perhaps when I feel like being silly...

An MC's Ode to Snow White... or otherwise, Untitled.

Yo dere, Snow, ya got no flow.
Yer men were tiny; bend down low.
Kicked ya to the curb, said you gotta go.
Needles took yer pain, made ya feel so-so.
Bit the shining apple, given by a Crow.
Moron! Loco! Can't ya see it glow?
Hell with dignity! You turned "Hey Hoe."
His eyes were sparkling, you said "Hello."
Ya saw he was no average Joe.
He saw you were easy, ya mumbled real slow.
Had his fun then letcha go.
Gotta maintain the status quo.
Ya snapped like a string from a mighty tight bow.
You were now yer greatest foe.
Tried to hide it: drown your woe.
Couldn't stop screaming, clawing walls. No.
"This," you said "Was the final blow."
Silver Blade's your friend, you know?
Your last chance, you knew you wouldn't blow.
Now yer buried down the fifth row.
Labeled you, just another Jane Roe.
Sounds kinda like a story from Poe.
Yours is the spot where no flowers grow.
There is where no mourners go.
Yo dere, Snow, ya got no more flow...

Fin

What do you think?
There is an illustration to this, and I'll probably get it up here eventually.... eventually being the key word...

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