Hear the metal screaming
as the great gates of the universe
slide slowly shut.
Frenzied hearts pound
as the slide of humanity
tramples and charges the opening...
Great ones fall and their cries
are drown in the winds of death
as blood runs hot.
Swords fall as the vanquished
lie destitute in the darkness
of a world gone wrong.
Oh, where are the rulers
and the captains over thousands?
Dead, all the great ones...
Oh Captain! My Captain!
Look to the skies for deliverance
and on a day when the wind whispers
secrets of solitude...
One may rise to rule.
Great poet of all that is...
Sit down on the throne.
Ah, dead poets, all...
inspired us with their words
and then, we see them...
fall.
A contest entry
- Weave Me Into Your Magick Spell by StormGoddess.
700 points, ended January 14, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Convince me that "Dead Poets Society" is actually a good movie/book by LittleAnn.
600 points, ended June 27, 2008, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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You have some really great imagery and personifications, like in the first line.
The last few lines made so many different things come to my mind...
I like this quite dark poem very much, thank you so much for sharing this with me!
Thank you for entering my contest and keep on writing!
Annie
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Though I do like this piece, you're missing the rhyme that is required for this particular contest.
Thank you for entering though.
Storm -
Yikes... can this be the plot for a TV series?
A really power-punched poem! Surprising me, here. 
LIKE IT! 
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Whew! What a dream this is! A fabulous poem, Violet. An adventure into the other world, yes, indeed.
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