Alistair's Shadow

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Alistair's Shadow

Take this heart
Dripping black
See his face
And stitch it back

The sun is gone
The wind grows frail
Down city streets
To sing his tale

Under gas lights, ablaze
And gazes of cold
Stands a pale, young ghost
With eyes of gold

His feet will glide him
Over his watery grave
And he'll take over a heart
One more to enslave

A word to waver this ghostly tale
One more warning may be wise
Looking into his eyes of gold
May be the key to your own demise

But a face of a child can do no harm
A story that you do not know
Will take you to a world where darkness dwells
And hold you under Alistair's shadow

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kmooney commented on Alistair's Shadow

08-28-2009

Very nice. Deep, too. You sure do like the dark side of things it seems. Many of my poems are dard as well. Not quite like yours though. I do like your style. I will definitely be watching you. Read my poems Poignantly Calm. An April Psalm and Blue Tuesday Morn. I think you will like them a lot. Let me know what you think.... K

JeremyBeard commented on Alistair's Shadow

08-24-2009

nice i like it is very simple but has a lot of heart in it i can tell kinda seems like ur talking about a guy u like maybe i could be wring but if it is i can tell u like him alot i think u should post more you are really good i like reading ur work

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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