this is a revised version not the origanal which i will publish soon. its the same but not as in depth. I love this one though. Gotta be one of my best writes.


Never Ending Battle of Death

Standing on the top of the world,
Breathing heavily

I fall short of accomplish,
Freight lack of breath

Swiftly and steadily,
My mind dyeing readily

Breathe after, breathe after, breathe,
I think to myself, is this death

Watching every thing around me
Slowly start to fade

Depiction and vision,
Turn into illusion

Again A change,
In this rearranged game that's played

Wonder how we play,
It's confusing, yet still amazing

My mind clicks,
Suddenly there's a Fighting Frenzy

Between me
And Afterlife

My soul has power
From my will to gather essence

I strive to dodge his glowing axe,
As he tries to sever me into dissolve

I just keep telling myself,
Don't give in, don't give up, Believe

Death finally after days of battle says,
"Work for me and I will set you free"

He through at me his big Blade,
Know in my hand I hold the control

Death spoke once more,
"Massacre for me, existence itself"

I floated there with the thorny sensation
Felt the end, right then as he handed me his clever

Never had I done anything sinful,
Undeserving of having my life taken

Thinking now I am fate,
Holding life itself in my hand

I look at death and swiftly I slay,
The cause of broken hearts

The cloak of the shadow walker
Is now my dress that gives me shape?

For I will wonder endlessly
On the dark side

Glowing bright my blade,
Only those who deserve will suffer

Without blessing you are not safe,
I now work for God

Even though this,
I am still dark so no one can see

Punishment will be awarded
To those that acquit a horrible sin

Strength like this has to be contained
For I now control a profound power

I control your last breathe,
I control life and death.




Poetry by cory Crook
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Written on 2005-11-08 at 09:57

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Zoya Zaidi
Wow! Cory, you're a hidden gem!
(Oh! I mentally kicking my self for keeping away so long)
I get the feeling of a mountaineer who has scaled the summit, has reached the top, but his breath is failing him, the lack of oxygen, the exhaustion of effort, the release of final achievement (like when once you get there you suddenly relax)... but he has to preserve his breath to get back to accomplish the task, complete the mission, but... the strength, the breath...the human frailty...?
And then the final triumph over death!
This is awesome shows what you are capable of!
Bravo Cory ! BRAVO!
2005-11-20