Sparks fly on wild wings of wind
Colors of the earth
In the air, they twist and bend
To shape a spirit's birth
Swirling round in starlit skies
The flame of soul is born
Carried on the mist of time
Until the golden morn
And when the moon fades from the sky
And rays of sunlight dance
The offspring of dark midnight's womb
Casts a dewy glance
Upon the earth and ancient worlds
Time and life stands still
To watch the birth of flaming soul
Result of midnight's thrill
A contest entry
- Give me your prewrites!!!!! by Nereida Nightshade.
450 points, ended February 19, 2007, 101 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Oh this sounds so magical and being wiccan it really hits a chord. I love thinks that speak of magic. Well done you have a great talent.
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Beautiful, my love. You aren't a queen of the craft for nothing...and this one proves it. I love it.
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Oh...pretty! This just paints a beautiful story; I love the imagery!!! It's a very swirling, painting poem to read; I like the sort of mix between fire and water and wind...not much earth, but the other three mix just perfectly! I love it!
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