To happen that
Old enemies become
New Friends
To hold hands
With terror
and Valor;
An ambiguous alliance
Of passion
Against the uncertainty
Of alien landscapes.
Walking,
Fingers enmeshed
With tentacles
Of Darkness;
A form
Once obscure, sinister,
Now envelopes me securely.
With each inspiration
Of its' exotic perfume
My soul is filled
With power once lost.
A contest entry
- What does the future hold for you? by lexy23.
370 points, ended October 6, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I like the colours you've used!!!
nice imagery, thank you so much for entering. xxx
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