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Date Posted: 16:08:08 01/25/00 Tue
Author: Chad R. Dobson
Subject: The Pagan

Wow! A new board! Here is a poem! Pick it apart if you so desire!

When the blood stops running
the impulses of energy
cease generation
a call will suddenly go

out past the range
of understanding
above our heads
or maybe below

To either if existing
realm of forever
to be answered by
a servant ghost

Silently it is propositioned
by a much higher host
"Fly your way to this man
and bring me back his soul"

A nod in reply
A swift disappearance
from a substance
only his brethren know

And not yet aware of his passing
the man attempts to discern
what is happening, because so far above
his body he floats

The beauty that surrounds him
The cool air around him
The hard pain now receded
This comfort is his confusion

This atmosphere is no illusion
despite his potential insanity throes
Is judgment really coming
Something he never believed to be so

The man comes to a realization
that his theory
was such a different awakening
There would be no apprehension

Great Reconciliation....No

Only tranquil transition
from one existence to the next
A spirit born of peace
or a haunt born from unrest

The results of his denial
The choice of his faith
hang before him so ominously
before a newly appeared gate

Slowly the hinges creak
The first sound heard in oblivion
The door swings open
of its own accord

The frightened mist moves forward and through

The open space fades
brick walls emerge
enclosing the man
within a great hall

Here from horsehair and oil
of heavenly hands
depictions of inquisitions
at a kings command

A man bled to death
on pillars of stone
and the gray ashes of a woman
crawling with a soft breeze, away form a smoking pyre

With each step down the gruesome alley
another torture works to absolve
the mans fear of damnation
Though he maintains his stature

and still secretly worships
his other Gods

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Replies:

Re: The Pagan -- Leisa*), 12:04:44 01/26/00 Wed
- Re: The Pagan -- Dimon, 16:15:39 01/26/00 Wed
  - Re: The Pagan -- Chad R. Dobson, 05:41:49 01/27/00 Thu
    - Re: The Pagan -- Dimon, 20:10:45 01/28/00 Fri
      - Re: The Pagan -- Chad R. Dobson, 07:09:46 01/31/00 Mon
ok i'm back, briefly -- Leisa*), 13:46:00 01/26/00 Wed
- Re: ok i'm back, briefly -- Chad R. Dobson, 05:49:27 01/27/00 Thu