*Trigger warning*
Upon a huge Beast,
Rode a figure in black,
Black armour,
Black gloves,
Black chest plate,
He was dressed in black armour,
For, he is the worst type of enemy you can have,
For, he is Death.
Death rides a huge, horrible beast,
Who also wears Black armour,
On either side of death,
Are huge, magnificent, bat-like wings,
Piercing yellow eyes, upon it's horrible, ugly face,
Piercing your soul,
The beast is an ugly version of a dragon,
But black,
As black as midnight,
With piercing yellow eyes,
But brighter,
Brighter than the stars,
That light up out night sky,
But brighter,
Bright than our sun,
That makes day, day,
Death calls it his 'pet'.
And in his pets great, cavernous mouth,
Is my teddy bear,
Torn to shreds,
I scream "NO!!"
And with that, I awake in tears,
My father comes in,
He tells me you are gone,
Torn from the earth,
To escape your life of suffering,
With death and his horrible, black dragon.
I didn't even get to say goodbye to you,
And I miss you,
I wish you didn't go,
But not even I can bring you back.
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This poem, that I wrote, means a lot to me. I wrote it back in 2014 (I think) and it was/is about the day I lost my cousin to something. I thought for ages that it was cancer, but mum said it was something else.
The night before I had a terrible nightmare, which is described as above. I awoke in tears, then Dad comes in and tells me that my cousin Nicki passed away that morning. about the same time I had the nightmare.
I still remember the day of her funeral.
We had red balloons filled with helium, and let them go at her funeral. each had a private message to Nicki on it. He coffin was pink with roses printed on it.
even thought that was a sad day, I still had to deal with my half cousin and his cousin saying that They should have gone instead of Niki. But Nicki had a battle with cancer earlier on in her life, and she had recently gotten very sick before her death. It was her time to go, she was pulled out of her life of suffering and now at least she will be happy, and able to see us all even after her passing, see her Son and Daughter grow up, her Daughter to have her baby, and both of them to fall in love.
Nicki was a great person. I love her. This Poem is in dedication to her, my Beautiful, Sweet, strong Cousin. May you forever rest in peace.
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Short Stories
Short StoryThis is a whole lot of stories I have written, and since they are so short, it seemed only right to stick them in a book altogether. So here you go!! ~Ok, I'm also going to add my Poem in that i wrote- so enjoy that too!!
