He descends, ebony wings spread wide,
Each flap brewing mighty gales,
Throwing man and child aside
For a heart of ice in his chest resides.
His wing feathers are darts and knives
Splaying out and shooting forth
Slaying husbands and slaying wives,
Sparing not an infant's life.
As he travels across the planet's girth
He leaves in his wake destruction,
He has wrought sorrow and killed mirth
Ignoring the tears of Mother Earth.
There are questions as to his creation:
Is he sent from Heaven or Hell?
Is he here to receive compensation?
Or from down below for termination?
But it is too late to answer this
For he has massacred mankind,
And it's too late to reminisce
If one who can even exists.
With a clash and a flash and a crash
A tornado-like vortex appears
Ascending, his wings the air slash
And all that he leaves is a pile of ash.
A contest entry
- Picture Inspiration Contest #6 by Ethereal One.
600 points, ended July 28, 17 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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Your words create such strong images and emotions for the reader. You have done a very good job writing a poem using the picture as your inspiration.
Thank you for your entry, and good luck!
Ethereal One
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Hi im also 11 and i think this poem is great!I like the line ignoring the tears of mother earth you are a geat poet.
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