Disclaimer: It's not mine. Well, the poem is, but not POTO (regrettably)
A/N: This is just a little something I wrote ages ago. I dug it out of my notebooks, and decided that I might as well post it. It's written in Erik's perspective, and it's kind of angsty.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
Falling,
Falling into oblivion.
It welcomes me,
That all-encompassing darkness.
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So hungry,
Ravenous.
It reaches for me,
Waiting to consume me.
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Engulfed in darkness,
I am surrounded.
It does not waver,
Does not fade.
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Lost,
Lost are those wandering souls.
Seeking redemption,
Freedom.
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They reach for me,
Calling.
Slowly, though, they fade,
Fade back into darkness.
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Faded is my life,
A shadow of its former self.
Death,
Death draws near.
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I surrender,
Welcome it with open arms.
Life,
Holds nothing for me anymore.
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Slowly,
Slowly I step into death's cold embrace.
Like iron, it is unyielding,
Final.
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Heaven,
Hell.
An Angel of Life,
Or of Death?
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Judgment.
Atonement for past deeds.
Of those, I know,
There are many.
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Repentant,
I wait.
What, I wonder,
Will become of me?
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Am I a spirit of Heaven now?
Bright, exultant.
Or, am I a denizen of Hell?
Somber, malignant.
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Decided,
Decided is my fate.
Neither an Angel of Heaven,
Or an Angel of Hell.
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No,
Those are not me.
What I am,
Is an Angel of Music.
So, what did you think? I like to write poetry every now and then, but I'm never sure if it's any good. I'd appreciate it if you would drop me a review and let me know what you think.
It would make Erik happy