His Dark Materials
Cheezy Frumaja
Title: Walked Into the Room
Summary: This a weird 'His Dark Materials' poem I wrote while under the influence of Specters...Will's POV.
Rating: G
Disclaimers: L'originalite n'as pas du prix...as in, everyone belongs to the genius Phillip Pullman.
It
It's there
there It is
i can see It
what is It?
i know what It is
a cold realization
It freezes me
i can't move
i'm dead
i see my own grave
It's looking at me
through the coffin It stares
piercing my forehead
with such great intensity
walked into the room
It.
It's there
the same nightmare
save me
i'm slipping into my frightening
other world...
a tap on the shoulder
a heartbeat
give me time
let me live
walked into the room
froze
screamed; as lusty
as a someone,
an It.
The crystal sepulcher
The marble tomb
Cold
Icy
Death is but the next nightmare
With the whipped topping
Made of fatal crystal
And deadly venom
Walked into the room
It.
Its stare permeates my skull
Shatters the remnants of a horrible dream
Only to make another
Who is It.
Who is It?
Who is It!
A specter
I can see it this time
Because I am older
My date of birth was yesterday
Mature now
And Dusty.
Full of Dust.
I have no knife
I have no compass
I have no spy glass
Only me
Myself
Standing out in a world of a million children
I would run if I could
But I am frozen
And I can't move
Closer still
This one's face is hooded
This one's face is hidden
This one has less identity
It won't tell me anything
It will tell me less than the other specters
Who tell nothing
This one would drink me
My soul
And the Dust;
Because it wants the Dust
It wants it so bad
And I know this without the aide of a face
I can bet it is drooling
Salivating at the prospect
Oh why me?
Why not another helpless child?
Why did I open that last door?
Why?
What overcame my willpower
And made me make that last cut before the knife broke?
My eyes plead to the heavens
Save me
Save my soul
It was only because I had to see her
Again
You understand, right?
Metatron
Make it go away
Even if you would rather it kill me
Worse than kill me
Suck out my soul through the gap in the side of my head
That it plans to make
Lyra needs me
She is in the other world
And we die for love of each other
Would you grudge me this last wish
This last beseech for mercy
Even though you yourself are still falling
With the weight of two others
Walked into the room
Now I know why my coffin lies here
Smeared with the blood and toil
Of my own shattered life
Save
Me
As it walks closer to me still
And threatens to make me the soulless mindless
Creature it makes everyone else...
But it was only a dream
Cheezy Frumaja
Title: Walked Into the Room
Summary: This a weird 'His Dark Materials' poem I wrote while under the influence of Specters...Will's POV.
Rating: G
Disclaimers: L'originalite n'as pas du prix...as in, everyone belongs to the genius Phillip Pullman.
It
It's there
there It is
i can see It
what is It?
i know what It is
a cold realization
It freezes me
i can't move
i'm dead
i see my own grave
It's looking at me
through the coffin It stares
piercing my forehead
with such great intensity
walked into the room
It.
It's there
the same nightmare
save me
i'm slipping into my frightening
other world...
a tap on the shoulder
a heartbeat
give me time
let me live
walked into the room
froze
screamed; as lusty
as a someone,
an It.
The crystal sepulcher
The marble tomb
Cold
Icy
Death is but the next nightmare
With the whipped topping
Made of fatal crystal
And deadly venom
Walked into the room
It.
Its stare permeates my skull
Shatters the remnants of a horrible dream
Only to make another
Who is It.
Who is It?
Who is It!
A specter
I can see it this time
Because I am older
My date of birth was yesterday
Mature now
And Dusty.
Full of Dust.
I have no knife
I have no compass
I have no spy glass
Only me
Myself
Standing out in a world of a million children
I would run if I could
But I am frozen
And I can't move
Closer still
This one's face is hooded
This one's face is hidden
This one has less identity
It won't tell me anything
It will tell me less than the other specters
Who tell nothing
This one would drink me
My soul
And the Dust;
Because it wants the Dust
It wants it so bad
And I know this without the aide of a face
I can bet it is drooling
Salivating at the prospect
Oh why me?
Why not another helpless child?
Why did I open that last door?
Why?
What overcame my willpower
And made me make that last cut before the knife broke?
My eyes plead to the heavens
Save me
Save my soul
It was only because I had to see her
Again
You understand, right?
Metatron
Make it go away
Even if you would rather it kill me
Worse than kill me
Suck out my soul through the gap in the side of my head
That it plans to make
Lyra needs me
She is in the other world
And we die for love of each other
Would you grudge me this last wish
This last beseech for mercy
Even though you yourself are still falling
With the weight of two others
Walked into the room
Now I know why my coffin lies here
Smeared with the blood and toil
Of my own shattered life
Save
Me
As it walks closer to me still
And threatens to make me the soulless mindless
Creature it makes everyone else...
But it was only a dream