| User | crimsontears | | Topic | long, narrative poem | | Message | The Last Angel
I am the Last Angel, faced to a world of demons
Earth has fallen; Hell envelops the once-beautiful world
A war rages on as I fight for mankind, and for hope
Few men resist the power of the demonic creatures
Nearly all have become prey to them and their manipulation
An alliance of courageous men comes to my aid
Even still, I alone can conquer these demons
I, alone, am responsible for the fate of this race of men
I, alone, can free them of their spell they’re under
I am burdened by this responsibility, but I shall not give in
I have no name, I do not answer to labels
I am in the midst of spiritual warfare
I stand atop a mountain looking at this crooked world
I shudder in disgust, as beauty is considered foreign
This is a place where evil reigns
A place where righteousness is mocked
I have had enough; I will not stand for this!
I will fight! I will resist! I will defy this twisted force!
I fly away, soaring through this wasteland of filth
As I come to a dwelling place of a demon, I stop
The treacherous creature slinks its way out if his cave
I drop my cloak and blind the demon with my pureness
I am pure white; the demon cannot handle this
He runs back into his cave as I follow him
I draw my sword. I am very fond of my sword; it is called Defiance
It was a gift from my father before he left
He went to fight in this cursed battle and there he perished
I was only fourteen when he left, and here I am nine years later
I close in on the demon as he squeals a sickening cry of fear
I glare at him and then swiftly drive Defiance through him
I live for that feeling, that feeling of purpose, of meaning.
I walk out of the cave and as I do so, it changes
Cleansed of evil, it returns to its rightful state: a hilltop
Seeing that bold, color filled with life against a world of death gave me hope
It gave me a reason to continue to fight the good fight.
I flew up to the sky and saw the remaining places of evil
I have a lot of work to do.
Four years later, there remained only one evil-dwelling presence
They call him Lucifer’s Lieutenant
They say he does not have a soul
They claim he is pure evil
I say, he shall fall to my sword!
He is positioned on top of a tower over 100 feet high
I came to the base of this cursed tower
There, I ascended up towards this Hell-spawn creature
I soon realized that he had an army of minions
I battled my way through demons and other obstacles
After what felt like hours, I had reached the top
There he stood, cast in darkness and eyes of malice
He turned to face me, glaring with piercing yellow eyes
They were like slits and his black greasy hair fell maniacally over his face
He opened his mouth to speak and he bared his pointed, yellow teeth
Saliva covered his yellow teeth as he spoke a foreign tongue
It sounded like a screech reflecting everything evil
It had dual voices, a high pitched screech of terror
And a deep, booming voice of menace and destruction
I shouted back, “Your time has come, beast!”
I drew Defiance and immediately started fighting
He was a swift creature as he dodged my attacks
Gliding away from harm, I saw the form of his mutilated body
He wore a black cloak, and had green, dilapidated arms
His arms seemed strong, yet were distorted and were decaying
It appeared as if he, himself, was decaying.
As is every sinful thing he had done ate away at his heart
As if his outer appearance reflected his inward
There were also no legs, as he just seemed to floating
Growing tired of evading my attacks, he drew his own sword
There was a remarkable contrast between both of our swords
Mine had a gleaming white handle, and a blade shimmering with the Truth
His, however, had a crooked blade and was completely black, and merciless
We started violently thrashing our swords at each other
At last, blood was spilt and a wound formed
I somehow slashed away at his arm, and it gave away
It collapsed with cold, black blood spewing everywhere
Strangely, the blood acted as an acid burning through anything it touched
Apparently determined to cause damage of his own, he plunged his sword at me
I attempted to dodge it, but it clipped me in the side
I collapsed to the ground, howling in utter pain
“You are now poisoned by me hand, you will die.
All hope is gone. You are the Last Angel.”
The words stung as bad as his blade and I cried out for strength
He continued mocking me, and laughter filled the room
Evil, cold laughter that drove me to desperation I’ve never experienced before
Summoning all my courage and might, I slowly rose to my feet
Defiantly making a stand for all mankind, and for all hope of a better world
There I stood, holding my breath, praying to God Almighty
My side felt as if it would explode with each painful breath I took
I brushed my silver hair from my eyes as I boldly spoke
“You shall not prosper. You shall not overcome Truth.
You shall not mock God’s Kingdom.
You shall not defeat me. You will not defeat me.
Here, I make my stand for Truth, and for righteousness.
Here, I shall rid the world of your evil stench!
You will not conquer me; you will not win my heart
For my heart belongs to Christ Almighty!
And as long as there is breath in my lungs, I shall fight!”
At this moment, I muster up all of my strength and courage
I swing Defiance powerfully at Lucifer’s Lieutenant
The sharp sword slices him at the neck and a shriek rings out to the still night
His rotten head, full of mutilation in every possible way tumbles to the ground
His broken body collapses and the merciless, black blood spills everywhere
Yet it is no longer acid, his remains are not a threat
His body turns to dust and vanishes without a second thought
His blood, however remains where it was ruptured
This serves the purpose as a constant reminder for what could happen
For what anyone could become with a low desire to be virtuous
I watch this horrific scene in slow motion in my head
Relaying all the morbid details like a constant nightmare
Years seemed to pass after I saw what happened to that devious demon
In reality, however, it was as short as five minutes, but the pain was too great
Everything slipped away, as I entered a dream world
There, I witnessed everything from an outside perspective
It was more emotionally draining that anything I had ever experienced
Then it dawned on me, I was watching my life flash before my eyes.
I was fallen on the very floor where my opponent was slain
The reason why his blood wasn’t harmful anymore was because of my own
My blood touched his and it created a chain reaction
My blood was filled with God’s love and it conquered the blood of hatred
I lay there on the cold, hard stone floor smiling, for I knew I did it
I defeated him, even though I will die, I accomplished my task
I violently coughed up clots of blood and I knew I could go
I could let go now, because I was free of my burden of responsibility
I look into the cold, silent night air and whispered softly to myself
“I am free. I can now leave peacefully; I can now be with my Lord, and serve Him.”
I coughed up more blood and sobbed in pain, but was still smiling
I silently whispered to myself,
“I was the Last Angel.”
lemme kno wat u think... |
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| User | Logic | 2006-07-06 | | | Subject | untitled | | Message | What the fuck is this? This is not a poem, its a fairytale. Please don’t do this anymore. I don’t want to click on bullshit. |
| User | rounin | 2006-03-14 | | | Subject | untitled | | Message | First of all, I think you should spell out your words. I’d guess it takes about a half a second longer to put the "h" in what. Second, I think this should be prose; it just seems lazy to put two pages worth of a story into one-line segments instead of trying to string them together to make a flow for easier reading. On the originality scale, it’s not very high, but I think you could do something with the pictures and emotions you’re creating, it could be a pretty decent story. |
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