She dances.
On quick, nimble little pale feet.
Hands stretching out for the glinting lights
That illuminate the night sky.
Resembles stars.
Her twinkling eyes,
Filled with a hunger
Hunger for knowledge.
Wide eyed with curiosity.
She crosses.
A stream, rushing with water.
A camp nearby, she dives towards it.
It's huge, and she had never seen one like it.
Small fingers grip the matchbox,
So innocent, is her curiosities.
Strikes, and with a spark the rise up before her.
And she watches.
She smiles.
The flames dance in her pretty eyes.
Fingers warmed by the small fire,
That suddenly makes her hand burn.
Startled, she drops it and at once it bursts alive.
A huge monster, yet so beautiful,
Rises before her and warms her skin.
It spreads, over the tent,
And she hears them screaming inside.
Wings flutter.
She is gone, the pretty little faerie being,
Who knew such an innocent, pure immortal
Could cause so much suffering.
She frolicks among the stars,
The fireflies,
And does not look back
At the gray disaster she has left behind.
A contest entry
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490 points, ended May 25, 2007, 39 entries
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Comments
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hi i thought this was well written and your words were very strong thanks for entering and good luck in the contest
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this was a really great poem..your words were strong, powerful and emotional as well..this poem flowed really really well to and i liked the metaphors that you used to keep writting your talented and good luck in the contest
~Chrissy~
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