Ashen skin of she who speaks no words..
Her music is broken her voice is cursed.
The rythem that once beat within her heart,
pounds no more it has broken apart
The music no longer flows through her veins,
All has been lost to this world untaimed.
Her wings of which once held her high,
failed in attempt to keep her alive.
Long mangled hair of a silky intent,
twists the story of her life and now it's descent.
Trudging and weeping her silent remorse,
life after death has taken its course.
Unable to weave into her past life,
with all her pain she destroys the light,
untill all are saddened with no hope but, dispair,
and not a note of music flows through the air.
By: Leira Phoenix Aroura
A contest entry
- Pic Inspired! by SpydurPoet.
675 points, ended September 9, 2007, 19 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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oh lookie, it let me.
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That was absolutely beautiful. I wish you had entered this before I had already added all the finalists. It's not letting me go back and add more to the contest now since it's ended, but this is such a beautiful poem. Thanks for entering the contest.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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