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Cleansed by Deed
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Cleansed by Deed |
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Masked Intruder
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Senior Member
since 1999-05-23
Posts 1231Near golden sunsets 
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Castaway on life's swift motion I've lost my soul in mind's devotion I passed the great without blinking Went by the good, my courage shrinking I searched in vain for my place Bating my time, I slacken the pace As it seems I approach the close A purpose appears, to me it shows Incarnate death, evil seeding At the King's side, advice misleading The goodness that once burned strong Inside this King is nearly gone I watch the whispers of Death to King I see the trouble this advice brings The skies have darkened, seas turn red Armies march, the people have bled And as my fury mounts in raging spires I turn and face the roaring fires Quick to drown my small emotions In liquid flames that parch the oceans Back I turn in cool calm reason My mind is set, destroy this treason Eyes as ice, fists of stone With due care, I approach the throne The King is cold, "Be gone from here, Stay away from Us, come never near. We know Our duty, We serve now one Whose might is fiercer than the sun." I knew his heart had turned to black But still I promised that I'd be back I left the throneroom with purpose in mind I would distill Death, with Death in kind In meditation, I sat for days To the Great Gods, I sent high praise And as I marched to the King's throne room At his side, Death sensed his doom I called to the Gods', "Send me your aid!" And their Hero descended, baring his blade With one swift stroke, death was no more The King knelt in penance upon the floor Yet Death was not slain with harm undone He had cast a curse, only the one As I melted, my spirit crushed My eyes were blinded, my ears were hushed I slowly sank to the polished floor My flesh to rise, nevermore Cleansed by deed, my soul was risen To await again a body's prison [This message has been edited by Masked Intruder (edited 05-01-2001).] |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
This is a very imaginative poem. Very good. Joyce |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
Okay, I'm brave: here come the explicatives -wonderous journey of awe, one of the best narrative lyrical poems I have read, how do you do this? WoW. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
This is an epic of initiation...very spiritual and is just splashed with paints of strength...incredible babe!  Loved every nuance of this one. Smooth wet smooches, baby! |
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Masked Intruder
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Senior Member
since 1999-05-23
Posts 1231Near golden sunsets |
Serenity and Julian-- I think you two have just provided me with my new favorite responses. *grins* I'm ecstatic that you liked. Joyce-- Imagination is definitely not something I lack. *grins* Thanks for reading. |
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Ryan Member
since 1999-06-10
Posts 297Kansas |
And he looked over the people with goodness in his heart, and Death did the unthinkable and died. I like epics. They are epical. That is a new word for today. It means epic-like. And no, I couldn't just say epic-like because epical sounds better. Much better. Ryan "ah, little girls make shadows on the sidewalk shorter than the shadow of death in this town--" - Jack Kerouac |
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