Transfixed between earth and the after life,
The gate way: revered, feared, misunderstood.
She stands there, spread out, without notice.
She demands, she cares and all must fall in.
The whispers of her name ring across the world,
The tales of her powers are as old as God's first.
She can bring a nation to it's knees with one strike,
She can set freedom to the captives with one blow.
Tempting seductress, she entices many,
Taxing master, she terrorizes the rest.
She bleeds fear out from her pores.
She rides the world between her illusive hips.
There is not one who has or can resist her seductive melodies,
There stands one alone to have returned from her unknown.
She stands proud. Ageless, timeless, forever to be till she is undone.
She is death, cold and divine.
4 May 2011
She
Posted by Mi at 00:58:00
Labels: 2011, Death, Fall words, Fall- Chill, Insanity, Spring 11, Tales
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2 comments:
lovely poem..
Hey dear! am from Pakistan n was just browsing through good blogs to find smart writers like you to befriend. I write on relationships mostly as well as some funny stuff.
I hope u can be a follower if u like my blog? Don’t forget to comment please !!
The Emotional Lava
Best of Luck for ur blogging.
Heya,
Sorry for just getting back to you!! Did follow your blog though and thanks for the comment!!
Mi
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