I am not AfraidA Poem by Mizuki TsukiakariThe Darkness of the night And the chilling breeze breaks through my skin As the ghostly shadows dance so graceful The wind shakes the leaves of the trees Whispering,
"Death is coming..."
My hesart is racing with me as I run through the trees, But as the wind instantly stops, He appears in the shadows of the trees. I am still, I am frozen
So slowly, he comes closer and closer towards me And then I hear the Calling of Death HIs irresistable scent traveling closer to me, And then I hear the calling of Death
His eyes so beautiful, breathtaking, perfect And then I hear the calling of death
He is here, death has come He through me against an old oak tree He pinned my wrists against the rough bark His soft lips tracing the veins of my neck Sniffing the scent of blood through my skin
Our bodies are tangled together Flames in hell are cooler than my blushing cheeks Our lips part slowly, and a spark of magic is born
I hear a bloody scream, sighing I see bleeding I taste heaven I am falling as far as the sun Moonbeams shine from an everlasting light I see the beauty...His beauty I see the death...My death
He was once here Throwing me into a lake, bleeding The life sucked out of me Through the holes upon my neck Our bodies, too far Snowflakes are hotter than my pale cheeks Lips tremble quickly Blood, my blood flows as a river My breathing is silenced, so quiet
The darkness of the night And my chilling skin that cools the breeze As my ghostly shadowy eyes stare so graceful My voice flows from the lips of my mouth whispering,
"I have heard the calling of death."
Death is coming to me Death is calling to me
And I am not afraid
-Mizuki Tsukiakari © 2010 Mizuki TsukiakariReviews
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StatsAuthorMizuki TsukiakariNJAboutRain is the tears of angels, and the angels cry because they live in darkness... I will do my best, even if they don't earn it, I will keep giving. -Tyler Knott Gregson Sun breaks throug.. more..Writing
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