A poem for Halloween

Post by **redfella** » Sat Oct 29, 2005 8:49 pm

I'm not really into poetry, but I there was this poem in the book I am reading. I was riddled by it. Here it is, let me know if you like it-

A huge tremor shakes the earth and the last trumpet sounds. The graves burst open, all the creatures struggle out of the ground, moaning and trembling. Now they march in a mighty procession: rich and poor, peasants and kings, the whole church with bishops and popes. All have the same fear, all cry and tremble alike because, in the eyes of God, there are no just men. As though from another world, the last trumpet sounds again. Then, when the earth lies silent and deserted, there comes only the long-drawn note of the bird of death. Finally, he too is silent. What happens now is far from expected: no divine judgement, no blessed and no damned, no good and no evil, and no judge. Everything has ceased to exist. Soft and simple, the words gently swell up; "You will rise again, yes again, my dust, after a short rest."

Is this decribing yin/yang?

Post by **4days** » Sat Oct 29, 2005 9:02 pm

wrong hemisphere by the looks of it.

Post by **+JuggerNaut+** » Sat Oct 29, 2005 11:31 pm

Post by **Scourge** » Sat Oct 29, 2005 11:36 pm

Eh, ok I guess. Doesn't really do anything for me.

Post by **Massive Quasars** » Sun Oct 30, 2005 12:22 am

http://www.pakistanlink.com/Opinion/200 ... /14/05.htm