A spirit sped
Through spaces of night;
And as he sped, he called,
"God! God!"
He went through valleys
Of black death-slime,
Ever calling,
"God! God!"
Their echoes
From crevice and cavern
Mocked him:
"God! God! God!"
Fleetly into the plains of space
He went, ever calling,
"God! God!"
Eventually, then, he screamed,
Mad in denial,
"Ah, there is no God!"
A swift hand,
A sword from the sky,
Smote him,
And he was dead.
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Comments1Just finished reading a poem by Stephen Crane for my english homework. The guy writes some deep stuff. Like, I'm really feeling this journey the main character is going through. Though some parts were kinda confusing, the poem overall was pretty cool. It makes you think, you know? Gotta love doing homework on a Saturday night, lol.