The Sorrow CryA Poem by Death Stalker
With my arm and legs glimmering red
with a puddling blood.
I inhale the forest scent,
catching some smell of blood.
Feeling like I'm flying like a hawk
I lie down in my puddle of blood,
A long sorrowful cry echos the forest's trees
it reverberates in my bones, sending chills down my very spine.
But... at the same time it's sorrowful is also relaxing.
I let out a long sorrowful cry to mimic it.
How it reverberates in my bones, how it echos off the trees
how sorrowful it is to mimic my very sadness.
I cease to howl, look at the knife, wanting to slice my throat.
A rustle interrupt me, I look at where it is.
A beautiful wolf stand there, as pure black as black can be.
With some sort of a white mark on its forehead.
That mimics the symbol of the Taurus sign.
He walks toward me, paw the knife away, and sit next to me.
Then he lets out a long sorrowful cry,
I join him.
The chorus of the sorrowful cry
echos and reverberates all around.
I smile as I cease,
he then begin to walk away.
How I wish to join him, but I've cut my leg
badly that I cannot walk,
so bad on my arms as well that I cannot crawl.
A voice emerges from the tree opposite side of where the wolf was.
Several hunters walk toward me, concern eyes staring at me.
With casts around my arm and legs, I now
go to the forest and let out a long sorrowful cry
to let this wolf know I'm ok thanks to him.
I always smile, when I hear a long sorrowful cry back.
To know, even the most sorrowful cry
can bring one senses back.
© 2012 Death Stalker
Added on July 18, 2012
Last Updated on July 18, 2012
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