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DreamEvil
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since 1999-06-22

Posts 2396

0 posted 1999-10-20 05:28 PM

A multitude of green hues bless the eye
with cooling relief from the tropic sun.
In contrast is the barren summer sky,
cobalt-black, as the day has just begun.

Here and there, wispy patches of fog cling
low to the ground retreating from the day.
The jungle stirs as errant breezes bring
an earthy scent of flowers and decay.

A million shades of viridian dance,
dappling the sunlight as it strikes the ground.
The rustling of leaves rises from the plants,
a careless symphony of random sound.

With the new day, the jungle teems with life,
the air filling with ebullient song.
Sudden silence cuts the din like a knife,
alerting the jungle to something wrong.

Just past the edge of the trees, darkness falls,
a black curtain darker than any night.
Within it's deepest heart, the quiet sprawls,
like a balm for that which hides from the light.

Slowly the jungle's vibrant sound returns,
enfolding the gloaming that surrounds it.
Above this place the fierce tropic sun burns,
humid air rising as does the spirit.

The jungle abounds with bold mysteries
that are steeped in ancient myth and death.
Rising in decadence above the trees,
are ancient ruins that saw man's first breath.

Great white slabs of marble and gray granite
stand untouched by the ravages of time.
Seven stones from nowhere on this planet
mark the boundaries that are free from slime.

Not a stone out of place nor swirling dust
mars the surface of this forbidden place.
The wind bends the trees away with each gust,
exposing the art of an unknown race.

At the end of the way an altar stands
encrusted with a film of old, dry, blood.
From it an aura of Evil expands
boiling outward in a horrific flood.

A piece of darkness moves and she is there,
a glossy midnight-black in every hue.
Magically, she appears out of the air
flashing ivory fangs and eyes of deep blue.

Azure eyes hold ancient wisdom inside
that leaves no trace of the life behind her.
She looks out over her domain with pride,
beginning the tale of the Black Tiger.

©1999 DreamEvil

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Now and forever, my heart hears ~one voice~.
DreamEvil©

Pepper
Member Elite

since 1999-08-19

Posts 3079
Southern Florida

1 posted 1999-10-20 05:57 PM

Exquisite piece DE......
Bravo!!

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May your days be filled with lots of sunshine and your nights lit up by golden moonbeams

Christopher

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-08-02

Posts 8296
Purgatorial Incarceration

2 posted 1999-10-20 06:38 PM

WOW Brother!
I missed this one the first time!
Thank you for bringing it back!
What can I say other than that!
I love cats (you know!)

Systematic Decay
Senior Member

since 1999-09-15

Posts 1301
That place with padded walls and funny people in white.........

3 posted 1999-10-20 08:50 PM

An eloquent piece, my friend. I could picture the jungle and the ruins vividly. Great work.

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"Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage."
-Billy Corgan-

PoeticPreacher
Junior Member

since 1999-10-20

Posts 28
jkljkj

4 posted 1999-10-20 09:04 PM

Very well written...you words took me there and I throughly enjoyed my visit.

Watcher666
Senior Member

since 1999-10-13

Posts 1606

5 posted 1999-10-21 02:18 AM

Well done as always.Loved it!

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Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you.

Seymour Tabin
Member Empyrean

since 1999-07-07

Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla

6 posted 1999-10-21 10:01 AM

DreamEvil,
Your talent brightened the scene so even I could see the Black tiger. Well done.

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