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The Guardian

The child, she sits
With tears in her eyes.
Desolate and alone.
Innocent, she looks
Sitting on her own,
But only to the ignorant eye
Is there no reason to cry.

The child, she sits,
With wings on her back.
A tiny little angel.
There's a sword in her hand
The silver stained with blood.

The child, she looks into my eyes.
Looking in upon my soul
I sit with her
Hold on to her
So scared and all alone.

She opened up her tiny mouth,
And this is what she said:

I am a fallen angel,
Great deeds for one so young.
I thought I'd live in heaven,
With the other pure of heart.
I found this sword
It called to me
From where i do not know.
I came down here and used it,
On what, I cannot say.
But now this sword has bloodshed,
And I'm afraid of what I've done.

Will I get another chance?
Will I be sent below?
Or will I be condemned
To walk this earth alone?

I held her close,
And said don't worry,
For whatever happens now
I'll be here beside you;
You'll never be alone.

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Written August 18th, 2005
Edited November 25th, 2007

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  • When September Ends
    August 22, 2006
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    Thank you! I am glad you enjoyed it. I am curious as to what ways you interpreted it in, it might even make me think a bit on my own piece! I agree with you on people who try to write in form. I tend to not like it because it doesn't allow you to let your thoughts flow for you are trying to fit someone else's regulations.

    Thanks Again!

    -Miss Lady September-


  • tornupNtwisted
    August 20, 2006
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    Hmm.. i like this. It really makes you think in meditation for a bit after this.. I can see this poem interperated in a few different ways. Thats great I think. Any poem that makes you sit and think and evaluate it is a better one. Nice words here.
    I also like that it didnt fit one form. Some rhymed some didn't it just kinda did it's thing. Some people are so conformed that its actaually distrating in poem, you can tell they tried to hard to make it fit a rhyme scheme or something that the poem ends up meaningless. But this is good, good flow.
    tornupNtwisted


  • When September Ends
    April 23, 2006
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    thank you much!!!

    -Miss Lady September-

  • hiddenbeauty51011
    April 23, 2006
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    wow this is a very powerful poem. I just dont know at to say about it. All i can think of is wow wow wow wow. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!