Hooting owl shouts out in foul
Something is going to enter
To the territory of withdrawn
Lives.
Ancient scent, musing among here and there
Long lost firewood leaves its ashes
To compose a memoir
For the memory of old.
Long time back a queen was there
And her love, unsaid for a knight
Years gone by and still
These unsaid hymns remained unheard.
No logic to care, no promise to share
No judge to rule the senses.
Only the sacred mirage to watch
A show that repeats history
With its flow.
So keep your eyes stuck on the calendar
For every three full moons make her alive
To meet the garden dwelt in dark
She walks through the fire and ice.
A contest entry
- Bhoooo!!! by Xx Luna xX.
450 points, ended January 14, 2008, 9 entries
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very deep write i love the last line good luck with the contest
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Ancient scent, musing among here and there
Long lost firewood leaves its ashes
To compose a memoir
For the memory of old.
Wonderful lines.
This piece has a wonderful dark twist at the end. Love the form and tone you presented. Well done
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