Delacroix
12-14-2010, 07:30 AM
Hey everyone!
I've just finished the Dark Tower serie right now, and I felt like writting a poem. It's nothing worthy, really, but I liked writting it. Tell me what you think.
Born in darkness.
Born in cold .
Here comes Ka’s fool all alone.
Walks around this alien world.
Trying to find the reason why.
Why he,
Wouldn’t die in the dirt,
Even if all wanted him so.
His mother dreams of him lying stiff
Somewhere in some rat-filled place.
But a voice is calling him.
COME TO ME.
My dearest son.
COME TO ME.
And forget the ones you’d have loved.
Betrayed and mutilated,
The undue child hears these words,
And so hatefull is his heart,
He decides to follow,
The one he thinks as only friend.
COME TO ME.
My dearest son.
COME TO ME.
And I’ll grant all what you dream of!
I his tiny loveless heart,
He welcomed these cursed words.
And exchanging love for hate,
He stepped on his two frail legs,
To pursue the parents whom,
Sent him from the cradle to,
The black cold land of lonelyness.
Food is sweet,
Food is warm,
His only love in food ended,
Baby Mordred’s a-hungry.
Here comes a careless fellow,
To share his love,
Maybe his meal.
He sure will, poor thing, poor thing,
Be lone Mordred’s only glee.
By his mouth he lives delight.
By his mouth he’ll taste his death.
For that even past twenty
Lone Mordred’s just a baby.
Thanks for reading. The blue lines can fit the instrumental of the song "Stein um stein", by Rammstein.
I've just finished the Dark Tower serie right now, and I felt like writting a poem. It's nothing worthy, really, but I liked writting it. Tell me what you think.
Born in darkness.
Born in cold .
Here comes Ka’s fool all alone.
Walks around this alien world.
Trying to find the reason why.
Why he,
Wouldn’t die in the dirt,
Even if all wanted him so.
His mother dreams of him lying stiff
Somewhere in some rat-filled place.
But a voice is calling him.
COME TO ME.
My dearest son.
COME TO ME.
And forget the ones you’d have loved.
Betrayed and mutilated,
The undue child hears these words,
And so hatefull is his heart,
He decides to follow,
The one he thinks as only friend.
COME TO ME.
My dearest son.
COME TO ME.
And I’ll grant all what you dream of!
I his tiny loveless heart,
He welcomed these cursed words.
And exchanging love for hate,
He stepped on his two frail legs,
To pursue the parents whom,
Sent him from the cradle to,
The black cold land of lonelyness.
Food is sweet,
Food is warm,
His only love in food ended,
Baby Mordred’s a-hungry.
Here comes a careless fellow,
To share his love,
Maybe his meal.
He sure will, poor thing, poor thing,
Be lone Mordred’s only glee.
By his mouth he lives delight.
By his mouth he’ll taste his death.
For that even past twenty
Lone Mordred’s just a baby.
Thanks for reading. The blue lines can fit the instrumental of the song "Stein um stein", by Rammstein.