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Still the Rain Falls20:45 Feb 29 2008
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This is the poem which inspired me to begin writing in the first place.
It was written on the inside cover of Black Sabbath's self titled first album.
I first read it when I was fifteen and it spoke to me in ways I find hard to describe now.
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Still the rain falls,
The veils of darkness shroud the blackened trees,
Which;
Contorted by unseen violence
Shed their tired leaves,
And bend their boughs toward a grey earth
Of severed birds wings.
Among the grasses,
Poppies bleed before the demons of the mind
Takes them to a gesticulating death,
And young rabbits,
Born dead in traps,
Stand motionless,
As though guarding the silence that surrounds
And threatens to engulf all those foolish enough to listen.
Mute birds;
Weary of repeating yesterdays horrors,
Huddle together in the recesses of dark corners,
Their heads turned away from the dead
Black swan that floats upturned in a small lake in the hollow.
There emerges from this lake a faint sensual mist
Which traces it's way upwards,
To caress the feet of the headless martyrs' statue,
Who's only acheivement in life was to die too soon,
And who couldn't wait to escape from the terror of existence.
The cateracts of darkness form fully,
The long dark night begins,
Yet still;
By the lake a young man waits,
Unseeing he believes himself unseen,
He laughs;
Quietly at the distant tolling bell,
Calling him to his fate,
And still the rain falls.
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COMMENTS
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Sinora
23:23 Feb 29 2008
I like it.
Nightgame
23:32 Mar 01 2008
Beautiful words, each stanza paints a different picture and in the end I can picture you as a young man staring out into the night, head high, shoulders back taking on the world.