Mysterious life rolls
along waves
of heated illumination
and liquid illusions,
filling the void
in a golden ocean.
Broken seals on wine jars
carry cries of release:
'Oh, Ash, Beloved of Set,
quench our agony.'
Roars of nothing rush over
as the vulture circle
tightens around the wings
of Mut's stolen eye.
Author notes
Option: Ancient Sands
A contest entry
- Option Celebration for my Favorites by Celticmoon.
700 points, ended June 29, 2007, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Sis,
this is great! The tale you have penned is wonderful though I do believe it may very well go over the heads of many of the readers
Thank you for entering and good luck!
Blessings
celticmoon
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A very good read.. crimsondew
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