The Devil's teeth
Sharp and jagged
Pierce the perfect sky
To sail these waters
An impossible feat
This I do not deny
Unconditional beauty
Nowhere can be beat
Here I now can die
But wait and listen
For slowly approaching
Comes the lady of the night.
Her white gown flows
And her dark hair whipping
Her anger, never appeased
Choked you feel
Yet none have croaked
And rattled I do lie
But now she has gone
Her anger no longer invoked
As life returns to the night
Author notes
based off of stories from The Devil's Teeth by Susan Casey OPTION 2
A contest entry
- Pick! It's up to YOU! by redmarkonthewall.
525 points, ended March 6, 2007, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I am assuming that this is option 2 you have chosen. Please put it in your author notes or I will be forced thato DQ you and that would be a shame considering that this is quite the poem. Although I did notice that you have little puncuation. Perhaps some more would be in good order. Just a suggestion. Either way good write and good luck. Thanks for entering my contest.
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sorry.
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Don't be. It's not a big deal.
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That is ok. Thank you for your time.
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