Feeling

She does not know who she is,even though everyone else knows her as the fullmoon on a winter cool night.

Risen from the ashes, deathly as she is, the whispers reanimate what the darkly trees of hatred cannot grasp.

She is external yet internal within him so that he may breath through the charred lungs of the firery damned plane called reality.

And so he walks into the night, through the gates of steel dawn, into the corridors of the underworld...

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Written April 9th, 2006

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straighttalker
October 7, 2007
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amazing
Do YOU even know what you mean? Never mind, it came from something inside of you that is so amazing...perhaps you see the power of the Goddess in all of us, that gives us the strength (breath) to walk through life and beyond...even into the "dawn" of that underworld...how totally cool and amazing you are, young poet!
Brittany2006
May 6, 2006
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good job keep up the work