Twas the message he missed,
for thus he wandered the land,
perils running from thought-to-thought,
in his ever so urgent mind.
He spared the life
of those who crossed him,
and fed on the darkness
that consumed his soul.
His wife, he found,
was frail and sickly,
and now he cried,
the way only the damned could cry.
When he arrived at dawn,
his dear was bound and pale,
her breaths evaporating,
and ending at dusk.
The raven crows,
so hollow, so festered,
that the man should wish
to crawl beside his wife.
Author notes
This is on my MySpace. This is based off Wicked in the beginning chapters. It's rather old, but I decided it's decent for a "First-Time on Here" poem
I want honesty.... Pwease?
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I think what I like most about this poem is mystery. That this "he" is portrayed in a complex way but never defined. That he could be a miserable human, a man trying to look tough, a human being struck by karma for what he has done, even a vampire or the personification of an abstract quality! I like that. I don't really have a suggestion right now... just keep writing
You definitely have potential 
~Diana
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Thanks. I kind of intended for it to be that way, though, the man portrayed is very human.
But looking back now; I just doesn't remind me of a Wicked-inspired atmostphere, but of the main character in the Japanese manga series Berserk... I need to work on it.
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