Across this void, here she speaks to thee
With a chaste benevolence that bring forth the light
That pierces like that of a sword raised mightily
Through my disheveled darkness that hinders thy sight
So I may bear felicity; yet I hold thy tongue
And relish this miraculous vision as I am to bed
Behold, this soul bleeds divinity like cloth hath been wrung
Now she stands before thee wielding a blade laced with red
How may one speak of peace and yet still slaughter?
This foe, however bold, met a wicked fate
And yet I stand beholding this remorseless daughter
Awaiting the sure death that is be thine own to initiate
Lest I salvage this mind recently forsaken
No! She hath come forth to annihilate!
Oh praise the Gods, for I hath only awaken.....
Author notes
This is the first in a series of chain poems. Critique as you will.
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Bravo!
This is a soul searching poem. I think of it as watching life and seeing the sadness it holds for some and the destiny of hope for others. We make our hope!
You words flow well and your rhyme is good. Thank you for sharing this. I will visit again. Jane
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I wonder who the "she" is. i love your vocabulary as always. the rhyme scheme reminds me a lot of "Beowulf". Line 9 was awesome!
"How may one speak of peace and yet still slaughter?"
I've wondered about that as well. Kind of interesting how the character is thrown into an adventure just when they have only begun. Your style is so unique. keep up the good work.
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