What brings us 'round full circle...are they images in our minds or are they real?


A Hidden Judgment

Under rocks and storms of night are they, hidden in a tumultuous crowd
Ring aloud bell that tolls from hell's molten core for now what is in store for me?
Let it's sound vibrate and shake my foundation as my expectations become less prevalent
I am relevant only to those that are blind...and right on time it sounds...
The hordes leave ground and bring forth a thunder while horses plow through the undergrowth
I have been placed under oath and tell lies at my soul's expense
We are past tense and present at roll call
We are all seasons and fall on the eighth day, they say without speaking...
A fortnight's shadow is cast while teaching us the relevance of time
Mine is not as simple and i stand hooded and noosed awaiting their judgment
The judge went to the gallows and greased its pole, I guess there is no chance for me to repent...
It gives off a scent of death before morning, the ringing's a wakeup call...an early warning
12 tolls and my soul's condemned as the ring is placed tightly around my throat...
I have enough time for this note as my neck is tied and bound in literature
Read my story and tell my tale for generations to come
...and be sure to let them know that with this end...it is finally done.






Poetry by TheNakedPoet
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Written on 2007-03-02 at 21:54

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Individuality
a good piece though some editing is needed.

Judgment - Judgement
aloud - a loud
hells molten core - hell's molten core, an apostrophe as molten core is belonging to hell.
Let it's sound - its rather it's
souls expense - soul's expense
souls condemned - soul's condemned
2007-03-02