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The Hands of Faith (part two).. completion of previous post
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knightlyshadows Senior Member
since 2001-04-14
Posts 791obscured vision |
This is a completion to something I wrote in Teen 4. It was previously untitled, but I've since then decided to call it 'The Hands of Faith.' Yes, I know it's a bit cliche, but it fits. Here's the link to part one. Thr Hands of Faith (part one) The Hands of Faith (part two): She set there quietly on the edge peering down at the crashing waves Thinking back on her childhood lost Looking towards the future she dreads Her mother passed on to her a hated gift with stories of fate and dreams to lead A simple glimpse of what is to come As time unfolds what has already been set She knew one day as chance had seen a stranger would come and take it all A war would break out, engulfing all it touched Hatred would spread, swallowing all it sought Her visions had showed what was to come Never foretelling teh love which would bloom between herself and this man she loathes That would one day lead to a defeated victory ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The day had come after so many years She felt his presence with each nearing step The blood of her veins sped to greet The other half of her soul she had not known was gone Her eyes locked onto his as he pulled to a stop With his army of legions waiting restlessly behind Then with a breath they both knew of what would pass Unable to stop the course of destiny unfolding The day finally passed into a fated night Where he stole her away without a second thought This desire for her which had never been matched A passion which crept into loves aching grasp Her life had been set on an unswerving path The love of her heart already snared by his soul Dreading as time slowly crept on its own The day that would come, only ending in death ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A ring of red mist encircled the full moon as whispers ran rampant of a coming nightmare A man that exhaled death with every long breath Taking of each life that dare cross in his path She dreamt of her love in his dying victory Knowing the time had come when she would lose all as she slept away the night unable to wake While her lover dueled against the spawn of death himself A cry rang from her lips as she felt the pierce It entered her heart as it did his own With life seeping from his very soul She was the strength that gave him his death blow She held her love close as he faded away Dreaming it all, yet knowing it was real Death had come, taking what he sought A victory that he won, only to lose “A single choice can build destinies,or destroy them.” I know Im not perfect but I can smile & I hope that you c this heart behind my tired eyes [This message has been edited by knightlyshadows (02-11-2002 02:12 AM).] |
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DawnG 
since 2000-06-23
Posts 1494United States |
This is a great piece. I'll have to go read part one in a bit when I have more time.  Dawn |
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-Queth- Junior Member
since 2002-02-10
Posts 35Canada |
This is a wonderfully strong piece! Although the title may be clichéd, it does suit the poem well, so I don't blame you for naming your poem that. -smile- Internal rhyming, although very vague, added an extra sense to your poem, which I liked very much! It's quite long -lol- but that's not a bad thing. It gave more flexibility to the piece. Thank you very much for sharing! I hope to read more from you soon! -smiles- Q.u.e.t.h. Everything in between... |
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