The King doth calleth
and true I come.
I am a servant
in his home.
I speak in riddles
and in rhymes.
I have wisdom
past my times.
Of my chalice
do I drain
the dredges dry
of human pain.
Of hidden knowledge,
am I the source,
full of insight
and remorse.
I am inspiration
and a poet's friend.
I'll leave him never,
until the very end.
When life is over;
its course's run.
I've drunk this chalice,
drank it- done.
Author notes
option #1- A write concerning the image of the Page of Cups from the Tarot cards. Disclaimer- i don't believe in them.
A contest entry
- Four options for word/thought congelation. by Opiate Dreams.
850 points, ended May 7, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Option #1
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Good Pen
Interesting subject. You disturb the meter a couple times, but your rhyme scheme works very well. -
Nice write m'dear. I'm not a huge fan of ryhme, but you pulled it off wonderfully. Terribly sorry it took me so long to comment.
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