March 24, 2010

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This poem was my winning poem in high school for the Arts Festival. We had to submit a fake name and mine was Angelus Erickson, ha.

The Elusive Dead

There was a time when the Elusive Dead
Rose to an occasion of fear and dread
And when the rose, they gave a great roar
with skeletal masks their faces bore

Then a vision of green and yellow eyes
Told of a story hard to hide

It took place on a day when time was reversed
and the brightest star moved toward the earth
and all around the tranquil sea
rode bareback there, those wisemen three

The dead I fear are in a rage
remembering the day that they were plagued
to live and be tortured all of their days
to be the dark one's eternal slave

Then out of turmoil grew a proclamation
to destroy any giving invocation

and so they continue with their
blasphemy
never to live again
never to stand free

so live the Elusive Dead
Full of hatred, full of dread