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To The Dark |
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Asian Rain Member
since 2003-10-11
Posts 73 |
Bled by moon and wed to the wind We reach beyond the seam of chaos Summon night and script its darkness into Beauty. It comes through fog on lashing rain grinding stone and rattling death rides upon a hollow wind seeding clouds with long white bone. Deceived by the keepers and dreamers of light We rise as sentinels at the gates of illusion Speak of the betrayal awaiting believers. It winds beneath the caves of clay where shadows hang from adam's rib emerges from the serpent's eye in mottled cubes and webs of Light. With books of night we frame our prisons Carving thorns from common doors. Our words adorn ebony masks Worn by the novitiate in shadowlands. It drags across a charcoal sky stills the moon and shatters stars darkens sun until day becomes the howling of perpetual night. Our hearts are wards on the children's wing Of wounds and scars. We scissor grief from tissue paper and paint still life with water colours. It thunders through the longest night holocuasts of human suffering clawing walls in rooms beyond the papered nursery of our weeping. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
This is all exceptionally lovely. Your poem entices a slow savoring read my friend. I very much enjoyed all of it, but I did find this particular stanza the most striking: "Our hearts are wards on the children's wing Of wounds and scars. We scissor grief from tissue paper and paint still life with water colours." I don't say this often, but I can't wait to read more of your work.  |
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*Inque Monroe* Junior Member
since 2003-10-18
Posts 43No where special |
The pattern in this poem is interesting, I love the way it flows. |
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