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My Daughter Reborn

I remember the day my daughter was born Like she had been here before, but now reborn Through the terrible two's she behaved like the rest When she came to mingle she had a different zest She spoke so young and observed all around her She would talk to herself in private confer Then along came school with it's different surrounds She became more outgoing as if on common grounds Her early teens came she was like a stranger to us She would recite ancients scripts and bring us to cuss Feelings I felt having never known her at all But the day I followed her, scrawling on the church walls I see her scribing, ancient symbols and satanic verses As she turns to me with Latin curses She looks at me her eyes black that were green Your no father to me my real fathers to be seen My daughter my princess she falls to her knees Her back rips open she smiles as if appeased A black fluid appears, next a bulging mass Dark wings unfold as I stare in agasp She turns towards me again I can see pain in her eyes Her eyes are now green and theirs tears in her cries Daylight is now darkness, dancing shadows on walls Black winged angels ringing humanities death knoll Where my daughter is kneeling buildings are collapsing The arrival, her father, as his black winged angels sing I run to my daughter, masonry falls all around As we collapse together on natures hallowed ground She was never his daughter although she had been here before For her eyes turned from black, because she loved me even more We lie bloodied and bruised on natures battered floor What happens when were gone, we have gone before

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 4/3/2010 10:08:00 AM
So much hope in the beginning that turned to something quite chilling, James, but so well written. Very descriptive. Thanks for sharing. Best wishes, Caroline.
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Date: 4/3/2010 12:40:00 AM
Thank you for yourb welcome comments today LJames.Easter greetings.Rgds Brian
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Date: 4/2/2010 7:19:00 PM
James,This piece of yours touched me in more ways than you can imagine. I don't even know where to begin. You most definetly have a talent for facing one's turmoil within. Best Wishes Always, Your Friend, Bill (theKidster)
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Date: 4/2/2010 6:44:00 PM
This is epic hard to swallow. I like the way it started with the pretty story. But the end gave me something to think about. Well done.
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