You stand in my hand,
And so does your fate,
So be quick and explain,
I just wished for fame,
Among the ones you disdain,
The ancient ones without name,
My lord whom I love,
I meant you no harm,
But meant to warn thee,
The ones whom do profane,
Wish to cast unyielding harm,
From land, sea, and air,
So one whom do betray,
Do you really think I,
The one with peers care,
But my lord you know,
It is already to late,
A contest entry
- 85 WORD PICTURE PROMPT 11 - SIXTEEN ENTRIES by ShelleyA.
600 points, ended May 18, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A very nice write. Good flow and tone. Nice depth of feeling. Good take on the picture prompt. Thank you for your entry.
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