HAH! He would say, as the pain came each day
As each moment would pass beyond him
That Little Boy Raymond would find games to play
To keep all his friends from crying.
The kind and the gentle, funny and the wise
He brought sunny days to their wonderland lives
Who on this Earth could take him away?
To destroy all of those bright and shining days
By morals a god, but one in denial
Because death doesn’t stop at the sight of a smile.
It was shining that day in the faces of time
But was the one little spark of the flame
That Little Boy Raymond peered out at the day
And he said “it is going to rain.”
The day pressed on as the clouds disappeared
But as each moment passed
All the more he did fear
The shadow that he had shared all around
Would soon disappear behind the clouds
And he be shrouded in darkness.
Each second traversed through the passage of time
As the darkness absorbed the sun
But as these moments would pass them all by
The engine was beginning to run
Wishes would tell that the pain that was felt
Was the prelude to tender creation
Of the once known friend of the monstrous trend
That was sown with incredible patients.
One more song he would sing that day
As the beautiful wonderland continued to play
Feeling the passage of his constant beat
As the sound of his cold and naked feet
Ceaselessly drumming away from the crowd
Steadily closer to his last living pound
The long waited voyage through the crust of the Earth
The vibrations danced through the sand
And revolved through the dust and the dirt.
His one last song, as the beats passed him by
And the sound of his feet subsided
All those around him began to cry
As he lay there slowly dying
Humming himself his last farewell
As the tone of the story begins to tell
The prelude to the most guarded fear
As death approached him far too near.
So here he lay, in this wonderland’s bed
With his metal machines attached to his head
His shadow was now beginning to spread
The children continued to play that day
As the rain washed all the pain away
The tap of their feet marching cold on the ground
Would travel the Earth with the speed of the sound
Of That poor Little Raymond’s last caring tone
Of the beeping beside him that sang his last note.
- Title: The Death of Raymond Feddor
- Artist: Icklejabob
- Description: Read this, its full of messages!! a story i wrote the other day, but i went through it and fixed it up in places where it didn't sound good. theres like 1 or two lines that annoy me, but its a good poem if you look deep enough into the meaning
- Date: 02/04/2009
- Tags: death raymond feddor