Winter
As I enter the woods in this cloudy morning,
The cold gets out his daggers, and its sharp teeths
That pierces almost everything, but i don't really care
For I have a mission to do.
My friend went on a little trip in the forest, and fate happened
Some persons say the cold gave him the final blow
Some persons think that he got lost,
But I know that they are wrong, that's why I have this mission
The nature's tears began falling in the forest,
But the cold required that it began a methamorphisis
So the tears became flakes and it fell all around me, but i couldn't see them
I had a mission to do
And what I was waiting for finally came out of the sky
The king of animals, with wings of azure, came floating around in the sky
With his eyes of red, he was looking for something,
And at that moment, I knew I had to run
I heard some noises coming from upward, the dragon was blowing ice and snowflakes
The snowflakes passing near, changed, and became biger and bigger
And were falling pretty fast, but i didn't look back,
I had to run.
I arrived at a crossroad, but i had a problem
Should I follow the easy way out of this trouble by the right
Or should I follow the uneasy path by the left lane?
I choose the right side, withouth knowing where I was headed
Fortunately, I made a good choice, the dragon had dissapeared
(Well, I couldn't see him, assumed he was gone)
So I sat down to take my breath, to relax for a while,
And to think how I would realize the mission.
Well, I was wrong, the king found me on my throne, and I had to run again
I took the path through the woods, and again a dilemma
Should I take the easy way out or the other path
And I took the same side, without knowing where I was heading for
This time, the easy way was treacherous
Some rocks who were looking for what was happening, made me trip on the ground
And I couldn't run from the beast, now it was too close,
And it was slowly descending from the sky to this clearing.
It came closer and closer, and i didn't like being in it's presence,
Anything could happen now, even the fate that was reserved to my friend
It continued to come down, and as I came up on my feets,
I got out my only way of defending myself, i was the only way i could survive.
The creature slowly descended from the sky, and as he approached,
I prepared one good blow, one that could save me from the freezer of death,
And he never saw me coming, and I gave the fierece blow
Right in front of him, at a place he would never expect.
He launched out a long shout, like a wolf howling in the night,
He tried to fly again, to get to his domain, but he had trouble
The creature was shouting, and as its final words stained in the night,
The king exploded in a milion snowflakes.
I did what i had to do, but i wasn't feeling good about about it
I destroyed acreature, a living being, and for a revenge,
I hadn't even thought about other options,
I was feeling ashamed of myself, I was in pain.
I know I was driven by some anger, but maybe I could have reacted some other way,
Maybe I could have communicated with it,
Maybe...it was too late. I could't change the past
And even if i could, would it be end out the same?
I made a though choice today, and I never even thought about the consequences
Maybe next time I should...
Always think what to do before I act,
Maybe it's going to be a little bit wiser that what i did.
This little poem was written in 2000, while listening to an instrumental song called Tigermoth (album Timelapse, written by Steve Hackett). Maybe a silly interpretation of the instrumental, but personally, I think a big and nice work has been done there. ------------------------------------------------------ Black claws Dark Wings My Nightmare Dark influence Cold Waves Light Destroyer Ghost Liberator Pollution Breath Terible Gaze Stony destruction My nightmare Our nightmare the dark the air-conditonned Life gutter Hope destroyer Drowning heroes Sinking Valkiries Burrying vampires They roam They follow They are My nightmare, the air-conditionned This one was written on the 15th of october 2002, after weeks of silence, keeping myself away from papers, not writing. This poem seems to talk about three things, gloomy, dark, harsh and destructive. If you find what i talk about exactly in this poem, e-mail me, and i'll tell you if you're right.
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