Fate

I wasn't feeling too good when I wrote this, as you can tell... but this is the first draft of my poem:
Fate
 
A sliver of blade slices
A shimmer of solitary sinew,
Crimson diamonds trail the air
The air and no head there
The shadow of a gaze lingers
Where flesh fails and no fingers
Nothing to hold with, the space just stands
A space…
 
A space where figure formed stood
A place not occupied, a pool of blood
A face shines through the darkness
Flesh turns pale: hark, thus
A box beneath you, a skeleton
Your last pair of boots – Wellington
Traipsed in cherry streams
A world and life, not all it seems
 
See the hood hang over
A figure tall, no life lived
No – not at all
Travelling the world, from here
To Dover, a city to sleep
Over a few feet deep
Gaze down and hold solace
Life must end, as always
So look below and see
The fate of you and me.

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TwilightAngel
TwilightAngel

You wrote this journal on my birthday... I hope you feel better soon. =(
Riddles
Riddles

I\'m sorry... :( I feel much better now thank you.