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 Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 5:42 pm
One orange sphere,
The moon shines bright,
Wind howls in fear
As it blows near,
In the chilling dead of night.
The crows caw on,
The raven broods,
As spirits drawn,
Though nearly dawn,
As they allude
Approaching light.
The spirits call
Upon the Earth
First one, then all
One fawn enthralled
The mystic sight
The spirits' might
On stone, in blood
The secret scrawled,
The aura palls
And soon it fades
As spirits wade
Through mist and mud
And as it ends
They swiftly scud
The stars then fade
As though blown out
By mystic maidens
Room for doubt
A moan, a chime
Near crystalline
Out of time
The time now prime
One last shout
The voices die
Glistening dew
The night is through
The time is done
The spirits shunned
As if still new
The brazen sun
The magic dies
The goddess's eyes
Past now rued
Past now disguised
Smothered in lies
We close our eyes
Now room for none
The day's begun
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 10:00 am
3nodding Excellent choice of words!
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-Resurrected Writer- Crew
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 10:03 am
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 12:36 pm
Thanks. blaugh
Erm, don't be afraid to criticize. So long as it's constructive.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 11:11 am
Oh, I love it! Good job! Keep it up! 3nodding
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