Welcome Release

Running through the meadow gasping for a breath,
Rider closing in, I know I am close to death.

I hear the sword swishing through the morning air,
Missing me by an inch, I feel it near my hair.

My bare feet are pounding the hard packed earth,
Never looking back, running for all I am worth.

My family all murdered, I know my fate,
My legs keep moving, I am running on burning hate.

I hear the sword again, slicing through my back,
I know I won't survive this brutal attack.

Suddenly I feel an overpowering peace,
Death has claimed me, glorious welcome release.

Poetry by Queen
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Written on 2005-10-17 at 18:41

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
hi there.. its been a while... hope you are well :)

i have to say that reading this made me feel out of breath with anxiety just soaring hehe ;) the reference to swords, family having been murdered, and the character running away from the assailants makes me think of a little village in medieval times where the kings cavalries came in to burn down the village and eradicate every dweller... very vivid plot you present with your words here... fantastic, sincerely... you already know how i feel about your writes... ;) thanks for sharing :f


*hug* xx

It's an excellent poem, almost in the mould of classics. Suffering to dying to death is a long journey to negotiate peace.

chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
ohhh - makes me think of the kingons, and how they look at honour as being so high in life, it is a good day to die and such. the passions of a warrior as they face life and death.