One so close to death’s dear claws
that reach for the innocent heart of thee.
Another jumped at death’s heating applause;
clarity of mind, yet the heart’s beating wildly.
What is change if not acts of impulse and
yet proud in purity of one’s deeds?
So may the fiery claws of death be damned,
and rot all on which it feeds!
Hence the mighty shield of one’s
heroic heart protects that one innocent life;
whereas death in its viciousness longs
for that one soul, for all souls to strive.
What is change if not acts of a loving heart
so that fear of death may depart?
Comments
Doeslittle | April 29, 2008 - 22:55
I am immediately put off by 'dear claws' and use of thee and you used the word claws twice in a short piece. For me, if you changed 'death's dear claws' to a slightly different first line and scrapped use of thee...it would be excellent. Again, Nathan - this is an entirely subjective comment!