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








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Delacroix Avatar
April 3, 2010 at 10:08 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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April 3, 2010 at 12:40 AM
Thank you for yourb welcome comments today LJames.Easter greetings.Rgds Brian
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April 2, 2010 at 7:19 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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April 2, 2010 at 6:44 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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