the Coyote cries Absently
Swirling her tail
Seemingly Without a Purpose
until it Reaches up and
Dusts the Stars
leaving only
Faded Marks
behind
and so they
Gaze in Wonder
Empty Channels
Divert the Path
the Crone lifts her Fingers
Trailing unknown Patterns
in the Hallowed Air
Attempting to Scar
but ending up with
Faded Marks
left behind
and so they
try to Free the Spirit
by Giving it another Name
but it is
no Different
still Caged
Author notes
Just don't use my name in your comments, or anything like that, and all will be well. Perhaps a shoddy disguise, but I enjoyed crafting it.
A contest entry
- Attention, My Lovlies! by infinite spirit.
600 points, ended June 25, 2007, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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^_^ I LOVE this poem. it has the feel of a prophecy turned lullaby. it's beautfil and soft yet so deep and so eloquent. thankyouthankyou!
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