Dawn approaches
the shimmering light
that beckons you to awaken.
I am the giver of life
What rests upon me
is the weight of existence
and the burden of death.
Do you fear me,
the one they call
Evermore.
I tremble always
in your shadow,
waiting,
watching,
anticipating,
dreading,
hungering for that
which I will never
again know...true life.
Author notes
Kind of a fantasy feel to it...you be the judge.
A contest entry
- MY HUMONGOUSLY AWESOME KINDAH FANTASY CONTEST! by HarvesterOfHearts.
700 points, ended September 7, 2007, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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i feel a paganistic ideal has bled through some of this writing.
a dawn of living. and a dawn for the dead.
evermore shall become a saviour in itself -
I absolutely loved this piece you have written.
Great rhythm and flow,reeks of wonderful thought
Evermore a beautiful work of art LOVED IT!!!
Your a wonderful poet
best of luck to you
Tony
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this was so well written yes fantasy is the right words for this beauty
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this was awsome d i loved the fantasy feel to it
it flowed beautifully and was wonderful
well done and best of luck
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this is amazing! i love it. it's simple. to the point. and another perfect version of what i was looking for!
what can i ssy? other than fantastic job!
~lostelvenchild
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