Souls

Souls

A Poem by Max

She was happy, she had a son,

A smiling, laughing little boy,

The sun shone brightly in his eyes.

T'was all she wanted, her pride and joy.

 

The boy fell ill, so gravely sick,

Though she cried, he did no stir.

That night no more did beat his heart.

And with him died a part of her.

 

She traveled to the sacred grove,

And shed her tears upon the ground.

"Earth mother!" yelled she, fell to her knees,

and cried upon the mound.

 

The mists did come and swirl 'round,

The wind did start to blow.

The tree limbs shook, a voice did sound,

Earth Mother's face did show.

 

"My sweet child, I know your wish,

I see that you grieve deep.

His body I can save for you,

But his soul, I cannot keep.

 

But 'tis not wise, for what is life

without our right-own soul?

He will not be the son you knew.

He simply won't be whole."

 

So desperate, she, to see her son,

That she did not at all care.

"Just grant my wish no matter what,

For life without him I can't bear."

 

And so the body was returned,

And her son could walk once more.

But gone was the smile, the sun in his eyes,

A hollow shell without a core.

 

This was not the son she knew,

And so she rode away.

She travelled to the distant coast

Where to the Sky King she could pray.

 

She cried to him, "Oh Sky King come!

I have but one request!

I beg you to return the soul

Back to my child's breast."

 

The winds began to wildly blow

And the waves rose up so high

He showed his face and sadly said,

"Thy request I must deny.

 

A soul, once taken, can't be returned.

It was his time to go.

What you've done 'twas a foolish thing

And caused you naught but woe.

 

He's safe with me, your little boy,

The sun is in his eyes.

But you must destroy the walking corpse

So he can live up in the skies."

 

And so she went back to her home,

and took her knife in hand.

She killed her only son once more

And burned him on her land.

 

"Sleep well my son, I'll see you soon,"

She said, and with a sigh,

She stepped onto the pyre too

To join him in the Sky.




Max Levites - 4/2/11

 

© 2011 Max


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I like the use of old language very creative to make it all flow together. It kind of reminded me of a pet cemetary bit. I like how morbid it turnd out to be in the end a twist a have to admit i didnt see coming. Good poem i like it

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oohh I read this one before. You know I loved it. Creepy awesomness.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Amazing. I am stunned. This was perfect and I am a fan of your rhymes. Simply incredible! :D

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very emotionally moving. I really liked it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A perfectly structured and flowing piece, antiquated wording with a thickened plot, well done, great read.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is like woahhh! A powerful poem, nicely structured too....imagery is astounding! xx

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very sweet and touching, Building with great imagery. I can feel the mothers agony. Nicely penned.

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