Submissions by RaistlinMajere
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Life...
Life is fragile, so treasure it well.
For it is a gift, which no merchant may sell.
People are born and people die,
People forlorn and then they sigh.
Life is eternal and is always there,
Yet Death can take it, it does not care.
Life is everyone's, theirs, yours, and mine,
Yet the Reaper may come, without a sign.
Everyone has their Appointed Hour,
And so the petals fall from that fragrant flower.
Watch the Sands of that Hourglass,
For Life, like sand, will come and pass.
Each grain is one you take for granted,
So revel in each, Life so...
For it is a gift, which no merchant may sell.
People are born and people die,
People forlorn and then they sigh.
Life is eternal and is always there,
Yet Death can take it, it does not care.
Life is everyone's, theirs, yours, and mine,
Yet the Reaper may come, without a sign.
Everyone has their Appointed Hour,
And so the petals fall from that fragrant flower.
Watch the Sands of that Hourglass,
For Life, like sand, will come and pass.
Each grain is one you take for granted,
So revel in each, Life so...
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In Light and Shadow...
In the Darkness, quickly you'll find,
There's something following, creeping up from behind.
Into the Abyss, those bottomless depths,
Your courage has fled, gone, bereft.
Hide from your fears, from that hate-filled glare,
Wherever you go, it'll always be there.
Be afraid, very afraid, feel the fear,
For you shall lose everything you once held dear.
You're stranded, dark and alone in the Abyss,
Waiting, dreading, for Death's last kiss...
Fear is your Master, wearing you as its crown,
With you now and forever, forever and now...
Fear strips away...
There's something following, creeping up from behind.
Into the Abyss, those bottomless depths,
Your courage has fled, gone, bereft.
Hide from your fears, from that hate-filled glare,
Wherever you go, it'll always be there.
Be afraid, very afraid, feel the fear,
For you shall lose everything you once held dear.
You're stranded, dark and alone in the Abyss,
Waiting, dreading, for Death's last kiss...
Fear is your Master, wearing you as its crown,
With you now and forever, forever and now...
Fear strips away...
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