Foreshadowing Judgement

Feeling: regretful
There was a place upon a hill Crested to some with deepest fear Yet others cared not to enter the gates The unknown place was behind the face Beyond what all the young ones could see Through all of the chaos and rivalries There was a quiet in this home A place of judgement but no throne A human stood now in the aisle Shuffling softly, not aprowl Looking down unto the floor Knowing the other could see his core The girl ahead, atop stairs stood Yet not for reasons that one "should" Just there to ask for a simple reply To the boy, her question she whispered... "Why?" The boy was silent; his answers were jokes Though he couldn't decide which would trouble him most All he cared for was fleeing from here To play on the Earth, the Lament of years "These games are wicked for men to play And though not always seen in day The night breaks free the greatest of things When the world goes to sleep, the truth remains Don't think that this shall sleep beyond sight I can sense your spirit bright And as I feel it, a smile lights my face For you are my equal; your light I can trace" Why should he care of some stranger girl? As long as she could not tell the world His heart was not by any means guilted Just fearing the thought of repute badly wilted "Oh, why do you play such heinous games? Does your soul know nothing but 'being the same' As all of the others, drowning in lame Passing fads and petty things? I know this is not the extent of our kind! Your equal I am, so look to my eyes Tell me if you can see me inside... Or have the mock'ries robbed you of sight?" The boy then shrugged, at that then fumbled His regretful facade had now but crumbled Promptly, the boy just walked out the door But not without calling the strange girl a "whore" She sighed as he left, this growing young man "Another molded to cruelty's brand What is to come of the mortal world? Destruction to its own self be unfurled..." And then she lay down for some spiritual rest To go to her body, another day's test Back to a world her and the boy shared Where, toward others, no mortals now cared.
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nice poem, makes ya think. btw, i didn't really learn how to ride a bike till i was 10, so you're not alone! lol

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Wow...That was really good britto...I'll see you at Dad's this weekend
Sango
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