Sorry that I haven't done more than this, but my excuse is I never Comp. time at home and school blockers stop me from using this at school (which is unjustly lame.)
As the last pin drops in the conversation
I see the doubt in the skeptic's eyes
When all he loses is his philosophy
All else seems to fade and sigh
As he says your point was taken
Still lost is he, but the shadow's gone
We see him there, and his bony frame
Is all exposed beneath a judging sun
As the last sword drops in the conversation
And flaming arrows stop mid-flight
When goodness falls to entropy
The world sleeps under an endless night
As the gong rings and the clock strikes twelve
The Knights ready one last crusade
Drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die
These are the words as the light starts to fade
As the last sword drops in the confrontation
And destroying angels stop their plight
All at once, you see the way
And cross a new field everyday
We steal the sun's last golden ray
And bathe in the last of the milky white
As one last soul falls to an eternal doom
You find the time to understand
When evil lost his grip on you
You found instead a helping hand
As you look for your salvation
The wounded and the sick we'll tend
You heard a knock, and opened the door
And see God had one last soul- one last angel- to send.
oh, lovely. Your rhyme scheme is a little shaky, and you could work on getting the meter a tad more precise, but the words and emotion is very clear. I think it's something you have to read to twice to get.
ReplyDeleteHm. I forgot to mention I'd put this to music- which actually fixes some of the meter problems, oddly enough. But I see what you're talking about- this the third time writing this, having lost the previous copies, so that's my excuse. I see stuff and I'm fixing it.
ReplyDeleteok. then that makes sense.
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