Category: Writers Block
here goes nothin...
The sun sinks down in an endless sky,
the sea is so far below,
I cannot hang on for much longer,
oh gods, will I die tonight?
Then I hear the voice,
calling me by name,
is it the goddess herself?
Or is it my death?
Hanging on,
by the rocks to which I cling,
my hands are starting to slip,
is this my end?
Is this all I have left?
The sea seems to call to me,
like a calming whisper in my brain,
can I hold on for much longer?
Gods, is this my reality?
The baron rocks beneath my tender young fingers,
cut at me mirthlessly,
and the sky seems to pull at me,
gently, gently,
slowly, softly.
The white foam of the sea calls to me,
coating my desperately clinging feet with moisture.
I hear her voice again,
low, soothing,
tender, soft.
Is it you, great goddess?
Or is it my death that calls to me,
like a babe in a cradle?
Will she listen?
When I scream her name?
Or will she leave me to grieve?
To know not the truth?
Will she abandon me,
in my time of need,
or will she cradle me,
for all time.
An amethyst, I see in the stone.
My heart seems to drop.
It is the stone of passion,
the stone of love, purity,--
Still I dare not move,
for if I should,
the rocks will slip away,
like water through silken cloth.
And I shall fall,
to my death below.
The Lady calls her followers,
the stars begin to shine,
will she listen to my cries?
Or will she leave me to die?
The stars seem to pierce me,
I speak to them in the wind,
"Blessed be is the Lady of Magic,"
are the words I say to them.
My heart begins to slow,
my breathing shallow and ragged,
I give a cry,
my final cry,
before the sleep takes over my mind.
Reminds me of a Nightwish song and this is definately NOT terrible.
Wow. That is amazing...definitely not terrible, trust me! I love the way you described it, I love your word choice, I love thhe way you ended it, and the image of the Goddess, of the stone within the rock, wow that was great!
I liked it. It's definitely not terrible. Please keep writing.
Bob