Undershadow Poem by Charlotte Riley

The world is full of so many undiscovered mysteries.

Histories of lost cultures, extinct species, the past we could not be there to witness; so many stories untold and what we have is merely but a distant memory sinking further away into the deep.

Like frozen billion year old dinosaurs waiting to be summoned back to the surface; once again to face the world. What if we are not ready to face reality? What happens when it all becomes too much?

Do we remain undiscovered, like the unsolved mysteries, of the world’s years of youth?

Poignant how the truth lies, buried so profound, almost as if we should not go searching for the untold. Avoid the unfamiliar and preserve a history of our own.

Still, we look upon these discoveries as keys to unlocking the unidentified. The billion-year-old dinosaurs liquefying in polluted caverns; reincarnating there lost world. Once swept away so unexpectedly, akin to the fatality which all awaits us on Judgement Day. Till we too, become nothing more than a secluded memory of the grim, forsaken future.

The inspirations of others, which we in turn are inspired by, lead us to widen our intriguing minds and become the admired masters. We hunt the past like a cheetah, rapidly, lightly singling out our prey.

You have to have patience to earn your tribute and strike only, at the right moment, if you fail you are given no sympathy. You scrutinize your blunder!

Why is it we are so ensnared and idolise a life we may never have?

Where is, the minor proportion of our human race, which is unfooled?

The saviours! Not enhanced by some form of blissful existence so paramount to their history.

The world has turned to insanity for help! Hiding away deeper secrets of disturbed generations. Immortals prey the living, will not seek what lies from beneath the uneasy surface…

The truth, is not burrowed, amongst the eldest of the eldest undiscovered mysteries…

The truth lies broadly on the open surface. Yet we are oblivious to unveil the answers which lye before us. Always picking the more intricate choice, in hope we are choosing the right path.

Life is similar to a quest but where is the faith?

Life is like an apocalypse and who has the courage?

Life is a catastrophe, which strikes, so harshly in the eyes of innocent!

Judgement Day is coming and still we haven’t learned. The forbidden apple taken from the tall tree; were we meant to suffer or does the unwanted presence of our existence crawl? Suffering under demoniac laughs of the rulers.

Only Judgement Day will protect the fragility of this broken humankind. Salvage us, answering the calling of our compassionate prayers…



Something I wrote for my English GCSE Exam in 2008 - Not really sure what it can be classed as.