"The Dark Man" - a found poem inspired by Stephen King's The Stand.
A/N: A found poem is a poem that uses only lines from another work.
Therefore, this all belongs to Mr. King. The only thing that is mine is
the arrangement of the lines. I hope you like it! By the way...it
probably won't make much sense if you haven't actually read The Stand. In
that case, GET THE BOOK AND READ IT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. It might well
change your outlook on life...it changed mine....
It was his country - Randall Flagg, the dark man.
A tall man of no age,
A hatefully happy man.
The Walkin Dude.
A pair of dusty cowboy boots
With pointed toes and rundown heels.
His feet and these boots were old lovers.
The Walkin Dude.
His was the face you could never quite see.
His the eyes beyond the flames.
His the grin beyond the grave of the world.
The eye, the key,
Like a magician doing a trick.
I'm going to slip the keys to the kingdom right into your hand.
You'd like to get even...isn't that right?
A kind of religious ecstasy...
They're on their way west already.
I will set you high in my artillery.
You are the man I want.
I will set you to burn.
"My life for you!"
The dance of death was about to begin
And already the strings of the fiddles and guitars were smoking
And the stench of brimstone and cordite filled the air
They stood on a high place
And below them
America lay in flames.
"He has the name of a thousand demons.
His name is Legion.
He's afraid of us.
He can call the wolves and live in the crows."
"The Imp,
The Prince of High Places,
The lord of dark mornings,
This dark prince,
This Man of Far Leagues,
The devil's pawn."
Randy Flagg:
Dark tousled hair
Handsome ruddy face
What did you expect? A vampire?
No lines on Flagg's palms.
Just...blank.
Terrible power
And cold as marble.
But his face gave off the baking oven heat
Of the desert.
You've been stupid.
God may love stupidity.
I do not.
Randy Flagg was gone.
She was with the Walkin Dude now.
The tall man
The big guy
And God help her.
The penalty for disobedience was
CRUCIFIXION.
The smell of madness like dead vegetables in a dark cellar.
Sparks jump from his hair
Dark fire blazes from his eyes
No longer strictly a man
(if he had ever been one)
Peeling away the trappings of humanity:
Organized reflection, memory.
Free will
(if there had ever been such a thing)
In his eyes
A black glee
That dances endlessly
Like the legs of a man
Fresh through the trapdoor of a gibbet platform.
Dark and sterile cackling
Which seemed to fill the earth.
"When Flagg laughs, you get scared."
Invader, destroyer
Making her skin crawl with loathing and desire
Darkly charming
Older than mankind, older than the earth.
"You ain't a man at all! You're some kind of a...a devil!"
Yes, that's right. I am.
"He ain't Satan.
But he and Satan know of each other
And have kept their councils together.
There's bitter days ahead.
Death and terror, betrayal and tears.
The black man will follow you no matter where you run.
He's the purest evil left in the world."
I am...
Something slumped and hunched
Almost without shape-
Something with enormous yellow eyes
Slit by dark cat's pupils.
He was watching them.
His dark, dark shadow fell amoung them.
WE ARE IN THE HOUSE OF THE DEAD
And the dark man began to laugh.
A/N: A found poem is a poem that uses only lines from another work.
Therefore, this all belongs to Mr. King. The only thing that is mine is
the arrangement of the lines. I hope you like it! By the way...it
probably won't make much sense if you haven't actually read The Stand. In
that case, GET THE BOOK AND READ IT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. It might well
change your outlook on life...it changed mine....
It was his country - Randall Flagg, the dark man.
A tall man of no age,
A hatefully happy man.
The Walkin Dude.
A pair of dusty cowboy boots
With pointed toes and rundown heels.
His feet and these boots were old lovers.
The Walkin Dude.
His was the face you could never quite see.
His the eyes beyond the flames.
His the grin beyond the grave of the world.
The eye, the key,
Like a magician doing a trick.
I'm going to slip the keys to the kingdom right into your hand.
You'd like to get even...isn't that right?
A kind of religious ecstasy...
They're on their way west already.
I will set you high in my artillery.
You are the man I want.
I will set you to burn.
"My life for you!"
The dance of death was about to begin
And already the strings of the fiddles and guitars were smoking
And the stench of brimstone and cordite filled the air
They stood on a high place
And below them
America lay in flames.
"He has the name of a thousand demons.
His name is Legion.
He's afraid of us.
He can call the wolves and live in the crows."
"The Imp,
The Prince of High Places,
The lord of dark mornings,
This dark prince,
This Man of Far Leagues,
The devil's pawn."
Randy Flagg:
Dark tousled hair
Handsome ruddy face
What did you expect? A vampire?
No lines on Flagg's palms.
Just...blank.
Terrible power
And cold as marble.
But his face gave off the baking oven heat
Of the desert.
You've been stupid.
God may love stupidity.
I do not.
Randy Flagg was gone.
She was with the Walkin Dude now.
The tall man
The big guy
And God help her.
The penalty for disobedience was
CRUCIFIXION.
The smell of madness like dead vegetables in a dark cellar.
Sparks jump from his hair
Dark fire blazes from his eyes
No longer strictly a man
(if he had ever been one)
Peeling away the trappings of humanity:
Organized reflection, memory.
Free will
(if there had ever been such a thing)
In his eyes
A black glee
That dances endlessly
Like the legs of a man
Fresh through the trapdoor of a gibbet platform.
Dark and sterile cackling
Which seemed to fill the earth.
"When Flagg laughs, you get scared."
Invader, destroyer
Making her skin crawl with loathing and desire
Darkly charming
Older than mankind, older than the earth.
"You ain't a man at all! You're some kind of a...a devil!"
Yes, that's right. I am.
"He ain't Satan.
But he and Satan know of each other
And have kept their councils together.
There's bitter days ahead.
Death and terror, betrayal and tears.
The black man will follow you no matter where you run.
He's the purest evil left in the world."
I am...
Something slumped and hunched
Almost without shape-
Something with enormous yellow eyes
Slit by dark cat's pupils.
He was watching them.
His dark, dark shadow fell amoung them.
WE ARE IN THE HOUSE OF THE DEAD
And the dark man began to laugh.