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The Last Castle |
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Ousiders Cattermole Junior Member
since 2001-11-02
Posts 27 |
Beyong the realm of glories walls enthralls..................- To which no mortal man Besides.................- Unlock the key and pray......... When the clock chimes........ sadness awakes in turn, as if beneath her.....streets. ......the waking urn, Burn.......burn. beyong these walls....... Beneath the decaying flowers cowers.........earth, a sun within.........silver chest ....by nothings worth, we dying curse our mortal....... Alas the castle stands appall'd .....unto its end, Alas the sea........ fortells as it.... from glories..... unto a desert, ? . |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (smiles) Oh my gosh, I just love how you use punctuation in your poetry, sweet friend, the caesuras and choice of enjambments and end stops makes the piece so refreshing and mysterious like Avalon itself, God Bless You, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Ousiders, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
A wonderful poem, very nicely done.  |
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Radrook Senior Member
since 2002-08-09
Posts 648 |
Very unique style! |
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