Imagine by Mike

Fairies prancing in the glade,
Unaware of the shimmering blade.
Ponies in the grass they graze,
Blissfully blind to Hell's evil gaze.

Elves and pixies in a ring,
Deaf to the murderous song Death sings.
Nymphs on the rocks with their silver-white hair,
They know not whats coming, nor do they care.

You see, where there is good evil can be found.
In the dark shadows lurk demons unabound.
The imagination can be a wonderful thing
When it takes you away from your suffering.

But when it attacks, it attacks with a vengeance.
The hurt it brings in waves unhindered.
In the deepest depths of my mind,
The images I have described you will find.

Holly (82.34.160.81) -- Sunday, April 10 2005, 07:34 am

Lovely.
I like this one alot, it's so true. It all makes so much sense by the end. I once ehard someone say "God blessed us with better imaginations than lives". And your poem proves there are good and bad sides to it.

silent witness (68.234.126.129) -- Sunday, April 10 2005, 08:54 pm

WOW
what else can I say WOW mike this is beautifully written and left me gaping going wow--you my friend are a master of imagery awesome work man

Yanny (82.19.1.176) -- Tuesday, April 12 2005, 07:49 pm

Beu-ti-ful!
I love this one its a change from your other works ;'] I love it so much... not as mch as yew though

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