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Posted: Sat May 16, 2009 8:41 pm
This is my poem "Lunar Grace," but edited to make it suitable for the contest. This was approved by, you guessed it, Atra! Enjoy and enjoy even more!
Night Sky:
They tell us to go, "On with the flow!"
With this world that turns, cooling our spirits that burn like our mother's core.
The earth trembles with rage as it gazes at the moon, just out of range.
Simmering silver moon light basking us. Ungrateful eyes ignore its gift.
Lunar crowned night sky. A perfect jewel just placed too high. From the reach of greedy human hands.
Watching them walk branded in soul, through body.
With the flow the human cattle roam. Following some kind of tome.
A confused soul feeling out of place. Refusing to take part in this race .
With rustic emerald eyes, he fallows the swan that flies. It moves with such grace, the confusion leaves without a trace.
The target of past sins, like the dolls filled with pins. Hoping for redemption to be granted.
A requiem shall being chanted.
By the ghosts of his past hymning, their haunting voices ring through the the night's foggy air.
The long awaited Lady Justice is drawn from her lair by the canticle.
In it's Zenith the moon levitates watching the swan gliding along the night sky it lit for those rusty emerald eyes watch the army.
Lady Justice and the ghostly chorus march in harmony.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 6:22 pm
Your poem is amazing, and....the visual I made in my head while reading this is stunning. I wish I could show you what you influenced.
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