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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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