It has wooden grain with blemishes
Always there to carry a tune; in times
Of awkward silences, and on a full moon
It electrifying harmony that can make you
Blue, but this much I can say is true; the music
That escapes this has a mind of its own
The smooth wooden texture that makes your
Eyes bright, it releases a glow that captures the
Attention of others around
The magical sphere, that holds infinite power of
Sound; raises with the tides under a marvelous
Full moon
This tool of the Gods holds the power bestowed
Upon it to make a beautiful melody that can one
Day woo the world
So, hold the weapon of the Gods in your mortal
Hands, and you too will be able to carry a tune
This I know to be true
Author notes
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A contest entry
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Comments
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Is that what Led Zep meant whan they sang about "the hammer of the gods"?
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^_^
Actually I never thought about that, but that really could go han-in-hand with my poem.
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