I walk this alone on this path
A task by right of passage
Into a cavern of lost souls
A sacrifice must be made
By hammer and chisel
So others may live on
Cold stone I lay down
Tribal words are spoken
And my head rolls free
As my soul watches on
Into flames to purge
The flesh from bone
A new template is born
My history inscribed
Forever A Celtic memory
Author notes
Dont know how to put the picture on the poem
Cool picture, but then i am right into celtic art, trickey to create, though I dont really know the meaning behind it, I just like the challenge it presents. the poem is just something I thought of, must make you wonder why they carved a skull in the first place.
Be honest
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This is a very good write. Best of luck to you in the contest best wishes xxxxxx
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I like this, its some kind of epic and spiritual..
im not quite sure about the story behind this skull, but it surely is mistic somehow.
thanks for the poem you wrote, i enojyed reading it.
good luck!
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A wonderful poem. Very interesting picture brought to life by your words. Very well done. Good luck in the contest.
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