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It was your choice of martyrdom, your christianal suicide, open armed pulled through the gaping holes of light. The invitation taken out of proportion, a black soul invaded by your grail. A bloated heart explodes into dust, imperial seas drown your body and cry out for the drained. Cool winds blow your spirit over me, I shadow myself with fear, but I am not afraid. You are smoked by the clouds around you, tortured and weak you stand above me, like a soldier so strong and brave, hiding in amongst the night, you cry for the return of your life. Pityness aboards me and so I reach to touch, but I am shivering within a powerless source of energy. I feel you draining me of my soul, but you can't take it, Jimmy won't let you steal. I snap away, you crawl to my knees and I kiss your tears before walking into the light. I turned to say goodbye, but you had already found your underworld. (c) Melissa Haines
Melissa Haines was a student at St. Helens District Highschool when she entered this poem in the "Afterglow" competition. "Shadowed Martyr" was written when she was 16 years old.
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