We arrived at oppurtunity's prime, riding through town in a manner of state.
Following the cries of nature's cursed, we fought through a torrent of unfounded hate.
To heal the needy, weak, and frail; a mission most would shun.
Yet for my brothers and I it was known: save just one and we had won.
The locals all danced in a festival of grace, the waning moon its honor.
And amongst the fluid movements, above the rest; alone was the farmer's daughter.
To catch her eye the greatest thrill, her love, a magnificent treasure.
But just to touch or look to hard, and her father would have your measure.
The begining of a long poem that started to form in my head. Inspired by the Rammstein video for Rosenrot, it will play upon the betrayal theme that is present. This is definitly going to take awhile, and I won't work on it unless I have one of my inspired moments, but it's started, which means it will get finished. One day...
I am open to any thing y'all have to give in response. It always helps to get feedback.
· Wed Jul 25, 2007 @ 05:43am · 1 Comments