Visual Analysis
By: Izzy bray
The mostly used pictures to convey what the persona is talking about because I think that a picture is a thousand words. The first one I chose was the one of Mitch Lucker standing on a stage looking down with angel wings. This, I think, really puts a lot of things into perspective. For example, the angel wings symbolises that he is now an angel in heaven and is happy and safe. In the picture, Mitch is looking down and to me that signifies him watching down from heaven on his fans, making sure they are okay and being their guardian angel. The "RIP" word that has been placed on his shirt is significant because it shows that he has passed away and the dates below it show when.
Clouds with light streaming through is a small detail that is not as important as the first one, but still shows something unique. The clouds in the sky is what most people think heaven is like, the angels sitting on the clouds singing hymns and beautiful music. With the light streaming out makes the affect even more so heavenly and glorious.
This poem is about how fans and inspired people will miss him, but to know he is safe in heaven watching over the fans is a great comfort to a lot of people. His daughter, Kenadee Lucker, believes in heaven a lot. She knows her daddy is there and isn't coming back, and because she believes in it, the death was not as hard as it could have been. That is why in the poem she is mentioned and the gif (moving picture) is of her and Mitch. She was the most important person in his life, and this makes the poem even more sorrowful and deep.
Colours were not as big in this poem, but I chose brown and black. Black was to symbolise a more solemn tone, to signify the darkness that may occur in the poem. The colour brown was used because it is also a dark colour and dark colours are more often used to symbolise things similar to this.
O Mitch! my Mitch! Your impossible job is done, you sang to many hearts,
Their lives are saved, Heaven is near, choirs to hear, angels praising your return.
Never so thankful are the fans, never so heartbroken are the fans; But O sing! Sing! Sing!
O sweet symphony of sound, Where you lie in the clouds above, watching over us all
O Mitch! My Mitch! Come back to us; Sing again- you left behind a legacy- for you we will all press forward.
For you a concert in your honour- for you the greatest mourn the loss of an inspiration
For you they cry, the tears of innocence, no one deserved this bitter farewell
Here Mitch! Dear father!
Your family misses you
It is Kenadee that needs you
You're gone and passed.
My Mitch is silent, no more beautiful words flowing from his lips,
My Mitch does not know who he's saved, nor will he ever,
The touring is done never to resume, the music to never be heard again,
From the beginning to the end you were there;
Sing with the angels, with glory on high!
But we will forever miss thee.
Tis a sad farewell.
But in my heart you will stay.
