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Well, I am David Mathis and I guess I better just hop right into this. I'm in a creative writing class and this will serve as my blog. We're starting out with some nice poetry. The last time I wrote poetry, I was in middle school and it was part of a required assignment, so we'll see how this goes. All Poetry and prose on this page will probably be posted on my tumblr as well, so you guys can check that for additional writings and random rants about my life. So, without further ado... My very first actual poem.

Rumble

By: David Mathis

A flare, bright-shining and hot sparked the depths.

The four pushed deeper, deeper into receding black;

Away from the light-- it slithered into cracks like

Tails formed of tremendous earthen serpents.

Down the four spiraled, through twisted caverns.

Inky blackness billowed around them, fighting the

Heat and the light of the beacon, struggling with weak,

Lifeless arms to embrace just one of the four.

The walls grew algid and smooth -- scraped bare.

Each of the four felt a shiver; bleached and dull

The walls were as coral and the ceiling full of stalactites

bore down like hundreds of rows of teeth-- jagged.

Plunged into rippling darkness, the flare choked, died.

One of the four fell, gashed against the salty rocks

Tendrils encircled, squeezed-- the one struggles, tears.

A spear thrust, a shriek, the striking of a match.

The four were two, an island amongst the red foam.

Fear washed over them, rocked the two like a boat.

As they clutched their spears, they stood stricken,

paralyzed, their eyes darted, their feet shuffled.

The torch fell silent, the room murky, dark, serene.

A calm quiet passed over the two remaining; a gentle

Feeling of rest and peace. The smell of grassy meadows

Warmed them as they sank down, down, down.