A Lament for D.L.

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So I don’t know why I wrote this. I was just sitting around doing homework when this urge to write suddenly pops into my head. I guess I wanted to write a poem, so here you go. Random spontaneous poems ftw!

Hmm, well this could actually be classified as a short story now that I think about it… a very, VERY short story .

The night falls down, she has to say something
Perched atop the darkness, unaware of what’s coming
A feeling in her chest as her breath starts stopping
The people below just continue their walking

On the roof of a abandoned building
The moonlight flooded on the pale grey ceiling
No wind or breeze, no chance of feeling
She raises her head, not hearing, unseeing

A thousand words of pain run by
With her eyes flowing, tilted up to the sky
Everything mocks her, the shadow of night
As her finger plays on the trigger with fright

Does she see the man standing out of his way
Brushing the dust of on his black suit away
His teeth flashing, no remorse nor mistake
A smile etching across his sallow gaunt face

And then slowly, she looks down to see
Through the scope of her S-36XE
The Seraph holding steady over the concrete black sea
Muzzle pointed at where the man could breathe

She remembered what her lover used to have
He would smile and kiss and hug with a hearty laugh
But never again, his time was past
A fault of the man standing in her weapon’s path

Suddenly it roared, a triumphant scream
It seared through the air with a shrilling ring
A moment later, he had started to sing
A duet of death as his crimson blood gleams

She had done her work, a haunt from hell
Her head, tearing from an abominable bell
A slight jolt of glory as the man’s body fell
Smearing the road with a dark red pastel

Stealing away into the mystical night
She shouldered the rifle and stalked out of sight
Her mind, ever troubled with might
Avenging Damiver’s death tonight

PS: This is not a spoiler for The LOST.

16 thoughts on “A Lament for D.L.”

  1. ‘S like those poem story thingies, the Iliad or summat. I forgot the name for them. >.>

  2. First thing I thought was that Damiver Lazin had died
    Logically I would think that is what D.L. would stand for!

    But then at the end you put ‘there are no spoilers’
    I’ll read this later!

    ~LaZzz. . .

  7. It’s great. If you into zombies, blood, and firebombs. It’s a “cool” movie, if ya know what I mean.
    But, it’s gor-E, just like any other zombie flick. XD

    Good poem, BTW.

  8. SilverFx said: “‘S like those poem story thingies, the Iliad or summat. I forgot the name for them. >.>”

    Epic poems?

  9. pirkid said: “It’s great. If you into zombies, blood, and firebombs. It’s a “cool” movie, if ya know what I mean.
    But, it’s gor-E, just like any other zombie flick. XD

    Good poem, BTW. “

    Would you say it’s better than I am Legend?

  10. Darkwar4ever said: “

    pirkid said: “It’s great. If you into zombies, blood, and firebombs. It’s a “cool” movie, if ya know what I mean.
    But, it’s gor-E, just like any other zombie flick. XD

    Good poem, BTW. “

    Would you say it’s better than I am Legend?”

    Er.

    I Am Legend = Crazy story, movie, acting etc.
    28 Weeks Later = Gore, intense, bloody, subtle plot, helicopter shredding field of zombies

  13. Nice, naturally I wouldn’t think this was about Damiver Lazin but the ‘Lament for’ part caught my eye.
    Lament for Pvt Jenkins!
    Lol, okay, egotistics aside, brilliant spontaneous poem there.

    ~Lily x33.

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