Shadow clouds grace the darkening day.
Detached from the heavens,
And far from earth,
Drifting.
Behind the wisps of gauzy clouds,
Swims a sea of stars.
Brilliant,
Though they are just now peaking,
Just recovering from their day,
Outshone by the sun.
Soon she will rise,
Upon her silver chariot.
Tonight, on but a sliver,
She chooses to appear.
The meeting of the lords,
And ladies of magic,
To attend.
They meet to proclaim a new champion,
A protector,
Strong of heart,
Sound of strength.
The lord of the Stone,
Stout a mossy,
Dozes noisily beneath an oak.
The lady of the Lilly,
Sings to Lord Owl,
In attempt to win his heart.
They wait for the night to start.
Lady Evenen rises with the moon,
Her friend and sister,
Though tonight as well,
Her weapon.
With her silver bow drawn tight,
She rises above the night.
Drawing back with all her breath,
She pierces the hearts of all the guests.
Wining their loyalty,
With her beauty displayed.
With the strength of her will,
And the might of her arm.
She smites all in attendance,
With awe.
Upon her silver chariot she sits,
Accepting the crown,
Of gauzy clouds,
And shy stars.
She rules magic,
Peace and love,
‘Till the morrow night.
Author notes
Good luck to the rest who enter this contest. I'm rusty, but I needed a good dusting off. I adored the picture and couldn't resist. A very lovely choice.
Written September 19th, 2006
A contest entry
- Round 1 of the Picture Contest by tears.of.silence.
300 points, ended September 26, 2006, 19 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Shadow clouds grace the darkening day.
Detached from the heavens,
And far from earth,
Drifting. Interesting way to start our a poem. Very interesting
Behind the wisps of gauzy clouds,
Swims a sea of stars.
Brilliant,
Though they are just now peaking,
Just recovering from their day,
Outshone by the sun. Nice. Very nice. On the way you wrote how the stars were outshone by the sun. Just beautiful imagery
Soon she will rise,
Upon her silver chariot. Very nice.
Tonight, on but a sliver,
She chooses to appear.
The meeting of the lords,
And ladies of magic,
To attend.
They meet to proclaim a new champion,
A protector,
Strong of heart,
Sound of strength. I really like this part of your stanza. It is very strong. A very good part of your poem.
The lord of the Stone,
Stout a mossy, Stout of mossy? What is that?
In attempt to win his heart.
They wait for the night to start. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
Lady Evenen rises with the moon,
Her friend and sister,
Though tonight as well,
Her weapon. Interesting but very intriquing.
With her silver bow drawn tight,
She rises above the night. Very good rhyme.
Drawing back with all her breath,
She pierces the hearts of all the guests.
Wining their loyalty,
With her beauty displayed.
With the strength of her will,
And the might of her arm.
She smites all in attendance,
With awe. Stunning word choices. And the imagery again is just beautiful.
Upon her silver chariot she sits,
Accepting the crown,
Of gauzy clouds,
And shy stars.
She rules magic,
Peace and love,
‘Till the morrow night. I absolutely love the way you made the stars seem so shy. Excellent job.
Side note Thiw wasy way long! Very long. But very good.
Congrats. You have made it in the top 5 and a possiblity to make it to round 2. Kahy
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