Open Poetry #41 |
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Sexy_Tator_Tot Junior Member
since 2007-08-31
Posts 42Arkansas |
Metal shine of red bones, the rhythm of the night is judged; underworld shivered, and golden screams were penalties. Bloody killer for a day, the wolf howled, defined by cruel rules of survival, and in the dark, he was just plaintive dreamer, crucifying the stars with contempt. The moon incapably from his white throne looks on the catastrophe, fall of the darkness, whispers shares with his dead lover- silence; his dungeon he already have seen. Lies fade against the fear of the truth, hope gives illusive wings and the chants of the ancient are only protection to shaky columns of inspiration. Trapped he was in broken dreams, blood-thirsty and alone, he have seen his way in heavens, but instead the wings, he had claws. Moon's tears filled the glass, he drank them with pleasure, merged with liquid fantasy that distilled, scouring away rules of grayness. *Any ideas for a title????* |
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Sekishu Junior Member
since 2007-09-17
Posts 36 |
"The Moon's Tears" perhaps? As for the poem itself, I like it alot. I think it should be in the dark poetry forums though. |
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