The Harvester (standard:poetry, 1117 words)
Author: Walker	Added: Feb 23 2012	Views/Reads: 2874/2229	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The subject is love, and the power of love... the poetry is in the power and to understand this poem one should open his mind to the the realm of dreams within which anything occurs, prevails, or dominates.

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stings. 

To his fulfillment the harvester kills, But as he turns to depart a
frightened face sends a thrill, The wind in her hair and the blood at 
her feet, Those frightened eyes, the face as white as sheet, The 
harvester starts to loose hi heart, But Satan's call stops what is 
about to start, ‘Harvester, you have to leave; you have achieved your 
goal, Love is not your call you are a life without a soul, I have 
already taken the toll, Your craniums at stake, it's a chance you just 
cannot take.' 

PART 3: SATAN'S FALL 

Trapped in Satan's spell, The harvester is now going to hell, Sinful
sounds, his shadow is gone, Emptiness in the body, he feels all alone, 
The harvester walks down among the graves, Small black wings on the 
naked back, eyes turned black, But he has signed an agreement and he 
just can't turn back. 

‘Satan now hear my prayer, I beg for an alter, I've seen my reflection
in the water, It was dressed up as a corpse in a wedding dress, I don't 
wish to return to my original self, But at least let me be here on 
earth, Where I can for once in a day view the beauty, Satan I beg for 
release from the promised duty.' 

‘Harvester, how dare you demand what I shall never grant, You are now my
disciple and have to follow me to hell, You shall be taken by force, so 
jump by your will, Reach up and grab my hand and walk with me through 
the land, Come to my dwellings, it's now where you belong, My followers 
all shout to search you out, And they always obey so why do you take so 
long, This love of yours is tempting you to stay, And I tell you that 
she won't accept you this way, Even more, she is the blood of whom you 
declared your enemy, And still you want her to be your destiny.' 

‘Please, oh Satan please I beg thee...' 

‘Even with death in your veins and your end closing in, I will grant you
your stay, but on one stipulation, She would embrace you the way you 
are, Pledge to stand by you in every hour, Say that she loves you the 
way you do, Then I vow I'll turn your black skies back to blue.' 

With blinded damp eyes and opprobrious semblance, The harvester
approaches the craggy door, The zombie damsel rests on the bloody 
floor, ‘I love you...' 

She rises and walks to the muddled harvester, Touches the uncouth
composure, ‘God has told me all, you need not plead, I don't hold you 
responsible for these deeds, I will love you forever and together we 
will be.' 

‘Thank you for loving me...' 

And the sealed with a kiss for eternal bliss. 

© WALKER THOUGHTS & CONCEPTS


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