Crimson regret falls
Splattering on the ground
From the streaming puddles
New life can be found
Swarming, coursing, and moving
Without any concern except their own
The liquid of life streaming from wounds
And the marrow black from the burning of bones
From the ashes and the puddles
The new life will spring forth
Like a phoenix of the myths
Or a strange beast of the north
The cries of the fallen and mortally ill
Cannot compete with the anguish I feel
Nor the fresh risen life and the undying remains
My wounds smolder and rot while theirs heal
A contest entry
- Empty and Pain-filled by Fallen Grace.
500 points, ended May 15, 2007, 20 entries
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Comments
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A very good poem, your rhyming is wonderful.
"Swarming, coursing, and moving
Without any concern except their own
The liquid of life streaming from wounds
And the marrow black from the burning of bones"
I like your choice of words. Not too complicated and not too simple.
Thank you for entering my contest, Good luck!
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