Come to me, ye all who fail life's battle,
And pain no more the force to rage its war,
Rack thy body not to seek thy freedom,
My wings to spread, enshroud thee ever more,
Cast not thy gaze upon thine hope in turmoil,
And hold thyself to me in hearts lament,
Ye to see the beauty rare of angels calling,
I to kiss thine heart in death a heaven sent,
Then know thy castle built and tis forever,
Rise ye! See the glory in thine end,
I to gift thee all and in thine heart to passion,
That thee thy soul, to ever now transcend!
Cling thy does, still asking for the living,
Racked in pain to ask of thy belief?
Trust in me as I await in heaven,
Naked I, to comfort in thy grief!
A contest entry
- Castles in the snow. by PoetryPuppy.
425 points, ended October 13, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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thank you for your beautiful poem,Mummy will love this, love Kiarna
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Brilliant. Just brilliant.
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ohhh we ahve music!!! lol great addition is fits perfect...i love the way you have written it in a older style (thy) it adds charm to this very beautiful piece of poetry xx
laura xxx -
Bravo my friend!
That this could be so certain can only serve to aide those who face such falling. You know how you have moved me with this piece, as death has so much encompassed my mind of late. Thank you for sharing your words. I certainly hope you do well in this contest. It won a gold with me.
~Pamela 
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Thanks Pam.
Now if angels looked like her, and truly existed, what man would not want to throw himself off of the nearest cliff! lol
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