Sacrifice For Normalcy

Natasha Head By Natasha Head, 1st Jul 2010 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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We have so many blessings, but do we ever stop to give thought and thanks to those who have sacrificed so much for the world we enjoy.

Sacrifice For Normalcy-By Natasha Head

The call for help rang through the night
But fell on deafened ears
For there was not a living soul in sight,
No one was round to hear.

The shops along the cobbled street
Had closed just hours before
And not a soul was he to meet
As he ran that cobbled floor

The beast had followed, that he knew
As he raced throughout the dark.
On leather wings, above it flew,
Keeping rhythm with his heart

On he fled by lantern's light,
Blood pulsing a fevered dance
A beacon to the beast's keen sight
Prayer was his shield and lance.

Onto the hills amongst the trees,
The village laid in slumber,
The lightening lit, his path it seized
Driving the beast's hunger.

Collapsed on steps, he found no aid
Though he begged and cried,
And to his anxious rapping paid
Only its echoes would reply.

The sound of huge wings flapping high
Within the blanket of lonely night
Pierced the limits of his mind
And filled it deep with fright.

Mist danced, the figure of a ghost
And shadows ruled with glee,
And tired from running house to house,
He had no where to flee.

The beast had turned and now was man
An equal beyond compare
Though skin was cool, desire fanned
With it, blood lust was bared.

Around the turn he lay in wait,
No need to chase his prey.
Into the dark he would abate,
The mortal would run his way.

The unsung hero kept his course
Not knowing all he saved,
As hellish teeth ripped through his skin,
With his last breath he prayed,

"Father watch over those,
Who ignored my fear filled pleas,
They know not what it is they do,
As I bleed this misery"

The beast now sated, thirst now quenched,
The mortal played his role,
Back into winged creature form,
The demon left his toll.

And in the morning, no one missed
The stranger's haggard form,
They were too consumed in selfishness
And keeping to the norm.

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Creative Writing, Dramatic Poetry, Morel, Poetry, Sacrifice

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author avatar Natasha Head
Born into a real estate family, Natasha has been a licensed real estate agent since 1993. She has penned many works based on her experience, and enjoys freelancing as well. She has a keen interest in arts, music and spirituality, and enjoys the opp...(more)

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author avatar drelayaraja
1st Jul 2010 (#)

Lovely poem. Well penned

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author avatar C. Michael Davis
1st Jul 2010 (#)

Are you a reader of Edgar Allen Poe? It appears that your writing is influenced by this ancient writer. I was most influenced by Earnest Hemmingway. Good work.

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author avatar leylucs
1st Jul 2010 (#)

great piece!

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author avatar Melissa Dawn
1st Jul 2010 (#)

Beautifully witten and poignant. Thank you for sharing this with us.

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author avatar Carol
5th Jul 2010 (#)

Beautiful poem, many thanks for sharing.

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author avatar drelayaraja
20th Jul 2010 (#)

Lovely poem.

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author avatar smoothoperator
7th Aug 2010 (#)

Stupendous!!!

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author avatar Rathnashikamani
29th May 2011 (#)

Great poem.

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