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JenniferMaxwell
since 2006-09-14
Posts 2423 |
a haven for wild creatures and waterfowl the glens and woodlands of this barren country home of the fawn the white snowy owl refuge for frail birds seeking sanctuary from hunters who stalk fallen sparrows with the transit like eye of an eagle huntsman charts the degree and the angle graphing the flight of the arrow that will darken the blood of a small winged heart each bruise a dark jewel in victorys diadem a stone in the merciless sword of comeuppance that delivers its reward on the neck of his victim already bruised by the dull axe of happenstance but gods eye is always on the sparrow who with hollow bones will rise coat herself with flame and feather and soar beyond the common gravity of fools [This message has been edited by JenniferMaxwell (06-26-2007 11:00 PM).] |
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Twilight Warrior Member
since 2007-02-22
Posts 106The World That Never Was |
A very interesting poem indeed. Maybe there is a survivor in everyone, or maybe they are one in a million. As rare as the sacred phoenix itself. Who knows, anyway, good poem. "One last drink and the bottle breaks, returning us to the dust from whence we came" |
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Kira Aso Member
since 2006-09-26
Posts 351Closer to Hell... |
Really Beautiful  ~Should the truth be so buried |
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