Amun Ra soars through the sky,
Like a golden fire,
Burning through the air,
As a omnipotent Solar Flare.
He now sets into the Underworld,
Prepared for a repetitious travel,
Through 12 evils,
with 12 names,
And out again.
His chariot flies through the morning sky again,
I can see its wheel,
Spinning like a heated wheel of fortune.
Like a Biker on fire.
Author notes
And I meditated.
A contest entry
- Golden- 15 poets or less/30 lines or less by HeavenonEarth.
950 points, ended March 4, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Golden- Invite only by HeavenonEarth.
950 points, ended March 4, 2008, 6 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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Hi there! Could you please keep this in this contest but also enter it here:
http://allpoetry.com/contest/show/2393967
Thank you
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Very creative... Thank you for entering my contest and all the best to you
Blessings,
~Joy
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