Darryl (Daristotle) McMillan

Rookie (11/01/1984 / Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario Canada)

Death Of A Martyr - Poem by Darryl (Daristotle) McMillan

Among these eyes of mine does gleam
The sweet memories of a dream
Within the heart of my minds eye glows
Upon my face the cold wind blows

Within these fields of flowery blue
Is all the grass in covered dew
To these memories that belong to me
And to these paintings I can see

Walk in my mind with great desire.
Stay a while; sit by the fire.
The rose lays glowing above my head.
I realize now that I am Dead

I float off soft into the sky
And watch my angel mother cry
I grabb my chest and sobe away
And feel the freedom of this day

The stones of green above my grave
Reminds those that have been saved
That when a hero passes on.
One of natures children gone.

And now I live strong and proud
within my bed upon on a cloud
I dangle in the summer sun
I feel so gold and yellow young.

The pain of mine has been released
The anger gone and fear has ceased.
I look upon the blankets creased.
And Sigh the sigh of heritics Leased.

My tears of flowing fluid green
Compell the actors of this scene
To cry above the coffin made
and say goodbye with hours bade.

The swan thats swimming in my pond
has given to me a sacred bond.
upon this death I will dismay.
The happenings of my way.

Beneath these stars of glittering light
I see the maiden of the night
Telling me to have no fear
asking me to dry my tears

Upon these words my spirit rest.
Upon the angels firly breast.
I pass though these golden gates
A life of mystery for me awaits.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 29, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 25, 2010

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