Condescending attitude awakens.
Darkened days brazenly approach the weak.
A guardian has now been forsaken;
as the pressure rises to its highest peak.
Memory of not so long ago fades,
forever changing the pattern of time.
This mute structure slowly starts to decay,
all obscurity no longer confined.
Imagery of contentment seeps away.
Color forever fades to black and white.
Casting of dark led familiar astray;
and unleashed demons into blackened night.
Nothing left but a myth of time so old.
For hell was uncovered as truth was told.
Author notes
Word Bank
Condescending
Darkened
Guardian
Pressure
Memory
Changing
Mute
Obscurity
Image
Color
Casting
Unleashed
Myth
A contest entry
- Finding Inspiration by animated lies.
1000 points, ended March 1, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Ooo, quite lovely. I really enjoyed this! You definitely used the word bank to its fullest potential. And on top of that, you made it rhyme! Awesome job. It flows very well.
Thank you for entering my contest. -
If I didn't see the word bank I'd be slightly concerned why you writing dark writes ??
You did this awesome the bank hun
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Best of luck in the contest
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Love ya'll
~Manda
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