Originally posted by duke_argonath:
He sits and waits
By the pearly gates
For peter and his flaming sword
To let him in
His grand domain
Another wayward ward
But thereÂ’s no light
This bitter night
To guide this weathered soul
Only scattered coughs
And stagnant troughs
Amidst the stinging cold
“Perhaps some day”
I hear him say
“I’ll leave this world for good”
He huddles inside
His oxen hide
And pulls down on his hood.
Hello duke_argonath,
What I like about this poem is its tone and its sense of mystery. I have no major problems with this one except for the usual clichés such as “bitter night”, “stinging cold”, etc. Overall I am quite okay with it but I do have a question i.e. what is this poem about?
Thanks.