Steven Copley

O, Fearful Death - Poem by Steven Copley

The End of the glacial Hell
The Birth of the conflagrant Heaven
By my blade they Fall
Empty emotions fill the Gaps within
A conjectural Sense
Trust, Truth and Faith
All pulverized
Innocence all Forgotten
In a world of Blood and Flesh spewed upon Flesh
Have I no Mercy?
Bodies scattered on the Floor
Hearts ripped Out
Grieved and Forgotten
Overwhelmed by the Sky
All darkened
Oceans of Blood
Pale corpses
Driven insane
O, fearful death

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  • (5/3/2006 5:28:00 PM)

    The first two lines are really the best. Death is a transition. The body dies but the soul leaves the body and rises to Heaven. The soul itself is not physical, just as Heaven itself is not physical; both are metaphysical. The soul is 'air', and it is the human spirit. This poem was well written. Very sudden, graphic and iconic. Great poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 3, 2006

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