Deathly Faces (a Poetry Challenge by Frank Atanacio)
Frank's original hub to start the challenge.
The One Who Laid April Here by Shyron E Shenko
- The One Who Laid April Here
This is The next verse in Frank's poem.
Spirits sat as Mourners (starting link)
As death grew,
The lights were dimmer,
As the darkness began to shimmer,
Eyes would glow
As the candles in back
And spirits sat as mourners
Massed together all in a row…"
by Frank Atanacio
Reasoning behind my verse.
I tried to continue the scene Frank set up as I saw it. My verse portrays spirits/demons gathered at a funeral of a departed one waiting to steal the soul and take it to Hell. The preacher in turn trying to prevent that by reading Holy verse and attempting to dedicate the soul to Heaven.
No airs and graces,
Unblinking, cold, and grey
As they watched another join the Frey.
While the priest
Read God's holy word,
Challenging the evil beast
To try to steal another soul,
And empty husk upon which demons feast.
by John Hansen
More by this Author
This poem was inspired by one stanza of verse I was hired to write for a client. I thought the topic of "love in a street gang" very interesting and decided to write an entire poem around it.
I hope this poem inspires and encourages people to be the change they want in the world. To treat everyone with love and respect, to fight against greed and corruption, and always think positive.
It is often said that with all the improved communications like the Internet and social media, fast news services etc, that the world is getting smaller. If so, why are we getting lonelier?