E Nigma

~the Artist Draws Death's Door~ - Poem by E Nigma

Surrounded by enemies on all sides
None that have come here have survived
But I, I am not like them
Yes I, I have a secret

And my secret will destroy all ties
To that which lies ahead of these times
I raise my hands to surrender
You can take me alive

Yes, eyes trained, come closer
They're blinded as impending doom arrives
But I hear the song in those prophetic cries
Patiently I wait to share

A crime with humanity
The gods look on through all
This humility, but I, I warned them
Now it's time I show them

That death's not on their side
How can it be an ally
When I am death's guide?
Hidden in the mystery

And in the mist you will see
Watch closely cause this will be
The very last memory before you die
Shedding my skin reveals the scales upon my spine

Deaf shouts scream to fire concentration
But this fire is my life
Futile through all their efforts comes revelation
Retreat reserves my right to annihilation

A good death is its own reward, while
Cowardice only fuels your insignificance
When I spoke before you should have listened
Regardless, now, I have your attention

Topic(s) of this poem: War

Comments about ~the Artist Draws Death's Door~ by E Nigma

  • Gold Star - 20,255 Points Daniel Brick (12/24/2014 4:53:00 AM)

    The imagery and attitudes of the European warrior seem to inform this poem, but they are both related to other warrior traditions of a final stand against insuperable odds. How the warrior faces death is at least as important as how he faces victory. The last stanza identifies that warrior code: A GOOD DEATH IS ITS OWN REWARD etc. I can see Cuchulainn, Hector, Roland, a long list of warrior-heros whose final triumph was not a victory but a brave death. However, if I'm reading this right the warrior speaker transforms himself into a fire-breathing dragon and wins a devastating victory: SHEDDING MY SKIN REVEALS SCALES etc. (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,075 Points Noreen Carden (11/28/2014 6:47:00 AM)

    This poem certainly grabs the readers attention as always beautifully written (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 19,808 Points Ramesh Rai (11/19/2014 9:04:00 AM)

    A good death is its own reward,
    Cowardice only fuels your

    Though death is inevitable but i like poetic death where queen of death will come as an imagination to greet me and take me away. A beautiful imagery write. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,048 Points Kevin Patrick (11/11/2014 4:14:00 PM)

    Enigmatic is your name, and conundrums are your game, something Lovecrafitian about this, especially in the way you paint death, as an entity beyond normal perceptions. Death destroys all things men, matter and the Gods themselves.
    How can it be an ally
    When I am death's guide?
    Interesting line, death needs life to fulfill itself and its mission, life fades, but then becomes renewed again with a new vigour, and death continue on with the lighthouse of the living guiding it on its sojourn. Its how we choose to face that partner that matters in life, do we coward or walk hand in hand knowing it will take us to the abyss. Love the last stanza that's the call of a warrior who sees death as a glorious means to signify once passing in life. We live as we die, standing up or laying down, you are the guide. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 9, 2014

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 9, 2014

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