Amidst the commotion she stood out sore,
The burning rage that flared through
Like molten metal furnaced to sweep
all weak and stale into the blue.
The blood boiled through my veins.
My hand shuddered towards action's call
Her eyes so deep, unfigured yet
Her form, her fire they had to enthrall.
The urge was strong, it was burning me,
to enflame my volcano with your spark,
to grow in the dark as light's embrace,
to destroy all rotten in the dark.
to see a flame so huge, so mighty,
to think it would be mine, so much better.
hence seek i your hand to enjoy,
A pyre that'll last through history last letter.
Author notes
to D.H.
A contest entry
- Three Options by sOuL.
450 points, ended June 16, 2008, 7 entries
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Oh wow
. I honestly do not know what to say to this... except this is based off the RP right? .
The words in this poem is very beautiful and well written. The flow was enchanting and captivated me from the first line to last. I must say, you did a marvelous job on this poem. As always you know how to put wonderful imagery into the poem and emotion.
Do keep up the marvelous work.
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