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The Warrior and The Angel
by Debra Rose (Age: 21)
copyright 08-31-2002


Age Rating: 16 to 127

 
School assignment. Hope everyone likes it! I wrote it when I was really really tired...trying new forms of imagery...I'm going to sleep now...




Dancing alone on the shores of solitude
A beam of light broke down from the clouds
And the lone warrior lifted bright blue eyes
To watch as the angel descended from high

Frail and unknowing of the human ways
The warrior lifted the body and cleansed the wings
Dressed the form and held him close
Protecting him from the demons of loneliness

Time wore on and their limbs intwined
Consumating devotion on the edge of the river
Letting the ice wash over them in ambidexterous touches
Whispering oath of warrior and angel verbatim

Yet soon the angel was called back high
Leaving the warrior alone in his solitude
Now incomplete he sat in the river and cried
Yet it no longer cleansed the warrior without him.

And the years passed and his soul grew cold
He fought without mercy in sadness and rage
Cold blue ice where the river had frozen him
Took over the place where his heart should have been.

Soon the world was no longer suitable for him
And he sat by a fire contemplating how to die
Reiterating his stupidity for thinking he would return
As his hands fondled his dagger in tentative ambition.

Then blood trickled from his mouth where the metal was plunged--
He fell back to the ground his hand still on the hilt.
And as the world darkened he heard a saddened cry;
His angel had returned only watch him die.


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06-14-2004 Chelsea Armstrong    

Well Deb, I know it has been like forever, so of course your beating me on the Poetry posts....-lol- Ah well. This is a beautiful piece of art my good friend. Could use a bit of a read over, to me it was hard to understand, but other than that It is fantastic!


04-19-2004 Nancy Pawley    

As with so much of life, when goodness deserts us, we only have our pain and sorror to comfort and confront us. WEll written, Debra.
Nancy


09-05-2002 Cristina Lipp    

I love the story, but how sad that his angel chose just that moment to return.

A twist of fate as you might call it. Had he waited a little longer or had she returned a little sooner. Life is so much like that.


09-04-2002 Aaron Schmookler    

Powerful tale, remeniscent of Romeo and Juliet. You've done a good job of including only the necessary details, leaving out the details that our minds can fill in from the clues you've provided. Good work.


09-01-2002 Bob Church    

Maybe you should write more often when you're tired. Heehee... This is quite nice. When you get a chance, take another look at it. In the next to last stanza, I got a bit confused when the warrior was suddenly around flames, as he contemplated his fate, after you'd just used the metaphor of ice replacing his heart. Somehow, the two images were difficult for me to reconcile. This is very good... thank you for sharing it with us. Good luck with it!


09-01-2002 Heather Lynn McDanel    

Hi...WOW.... really really good and I love the whole ironic twist thing at the end. Just one thing I don't think that 7 year olds would be able to understand it.But once again really good.



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