Poems, a form of literary expression through the means of stanzas, rhyming, and natural song based structure, are a typical writing tool used by those who wish to express a theme based off of personal importance. Here I give you a poem requested by my friend Vampprincess8i. And to whom it may concern, the poem is graphic. Please, enjoy.
The people here,
They are not well.
The toss and turn,
They scream and yell.
Hell washes over our burning eyes,
As we watch our friends and family die.
I dream of fields and deserts bare,
of chasing after the lonely mare.
And as I dream I see it there,
Death and the White Horse.
A horn pierces the horses head,
Blood drips from the end like a broken heart.
The blood of one hundred thousand kids,
It has been flowing ever since the start.
Boney wings stretch forth from the horses back,
As it rears its end and flies away.
A black robed figure holds on tight,
To the reins of rope, its ends frayed.
And as I wake up I remember the dream,
of Death and the White Horse.
This dream of mine,
It is coming true.
The horse is here,
And Death is near.
So take me away from this awful place,
Where children die without a trace.
Let pain run it’s course,
Converging on me with tremendous force.
And let me die with my dreams inside,
With Death and the White horse.
