In his domain
o'er this wintry wood
Harsh winds breaking
all who would
come to know him
A traitorous plain
A long time to find
Who he might be
to realize his kind
his nature
But all in vain
none can beat back
his indifferent fury
a heart painted black
no sign of light
A contest entry
- Hit Me With Your Best Shot (Pre-writes allowed) by Dark Whispers.
315 points, ended April 2, 2007, 41 entries
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Comments
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you should title it Heart Painted Black. Great poem, written with strong words. thanks for entering, and best of luck.

