Oblivion

Oblivion

A Poem by Lanaia Lee
"

the nothingness

"

 

 From my five volume fantasy series, Of Atlantis, book four Resurrection, Reunion, and the Ravaged
 
 
No one knows what lies beyond, facing the unknown as we take that last step across the threshold into oblivion
Is it another dimension of life? Perhaps a different plane, that is on the same ground as reality, but naked to the eye
Existing in this reality, but on a different plane of existence, under the same moon, the same sun
The unknown, the oblivion we each face when we die.
 
Those around me that have experienced the rite of resurrection, they remember nothing from the land of the dead
Just as with any mortal, no memory of the beyond, when the grasp of death held their hand
Even I, Archimedes, went into oblivion, with death's hand into death's turf, I was lead
Just as we are born, we all at one time or another, we all have to experience this unknown land.
 
What is the oblivion that exists for us, after we cross that inevitable doorway?
No one knows, not even I,  from death back to life, I just can't remember anything about being there
But I don't fret, because the Supreme Being blessed me with a special gift, my daughter, one which I can guide, experience her essence whether it be work or play
My child, of my seed, an extension of what I am, an Orion child, one of hopes and dreams, one that carries all Orion and their cares.
 
I never thought I would ever hold my blood, my very own child
Uric murdered my two children in Atlantis, where I was royalty, I was the monarch, the king
Being given another child, all my dreams were fulfilled, no matter what I have to do, she will grow to be a women of status, royalty, and pride
Only joy and happiness to my life, my little girl would bring.
 
I would gladly give my life to ensure she will grow up to become a young man's bride.
Giving her a chance at life and because of Uric, this would be something my sons would never have
Because of this sadistic, crazed, lunatic of a man,my two sons they were murdered and they die
But for my daughter for her future, I will do anything, I would give my child, everything I have.
 
I want my child to know this, and for her to know about anything should she ever fear
I always want her to feel my arms around her, that I'm not father but daddy after everything said, every thing done
I want to give her a thousand smiles and hope she will never have to cry from sadness, the tears
For my child, I would even die, gladly stepping into the unknown oblivion.
 

 

© 2008 Lanaia Lee


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Lanaia Lee
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