..And the Sun slowly rose above the white clouds.
The aquamarine sky was no longer lonely..
as birds flew across the vast space of heaven.
Spectral luminescence struggled through those clouds..
but she stood there. She sobbed.
Among fields of barley the only spot she was..
A lonely pillar of light clad in silky white..
she sobbed as flowers were in full bloom.
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And I stand here alone.. eyeing..
..what is in front of me: barley fields..
The soft warm wind wiping the tears from my cheeks.
But its soft touch does not comfort me...
I am as wild as the beast. Ferociously sadistic..
..looking smile across my pretty face.
Do not listen when they tell you my eyes..
..are the mirrors to my soul. They're deceitful now.
For I am here to witness another sunset..
and invoke the spirits of Lilitu, the Nemesis,
Thor, Zeus and Jupiter as my avengers.
Thus I express my anger divinely with every fibre of me.
Behold, beware my temper short and hotter than fire.
A swirl, a tornado of emotional turmoil in my chest:
sadness, disappointment, regret and distress.
Who would've thought it could be me.
Who thought it could ever be this way..
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..And the Sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon.
The aquamarine sky was taken over by darkness.
Now, the flowers lived hidden in the shadows..
..of the maiden's twisted mind as she called out
for spirits as lonely and as lost as her.
Crying ghosts of Lilitu whined inbetween clouds.
The Nemesis bestowed their divine wrath upon Earth..
and so the maiden screamed when she gripped her fists
at heaven above.. Anger of the Devil we called it.
And you could hear the destructive sound..
of Thor's hammer echoing in the forests behind her..
As a storm was about to unfold.. she let out a loud call:
"Hear the sound of thunder!" And a lightbolt struck her
..and all that surrounded her. Yet she did not die.
Jupiter laughed as he bathed in lightning.
And the maiden did not seem to regret one thing.
No, she did not.. for all that died..
Purity became the Storm.
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Ah, the Moon is red, at last! Bloody red.
Beautiful ruby colours reflected across waves..
of a nearby endless river heading nowhere.
Black ships sailing with skulls on their flags..
Bugs creeping around my sorry feet. Beautiful.
"Give me the wings of a fallen angel..
so I can wear them during my ceremony!"
I speak as the Messenger of Destruction..
I AM THE STORM.
Author notes
Option 8:
Write about thunderstorms or rain.
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Username: The Moonchild
A contest entry
- Magical Powers of Lightning by Justinintendo.
600 points, ended August 1, 2008, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - I'm Feeling Kind Of... by Silver Asylum.
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Amazing
This was just beautiful. The wording, the imagery, it just struck me. You are absolutely an amazing writer, please keep it up, and thankyou for entering, good luck in the contest
~*~Suicide Blonde
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Wow, stunning, profound. Absolutely beautiful, the use of the gods was great as well...I'm really going to have a hard time judging this contest...really, I have received many great entries to this contest...and yours is one of the greatest. Good luck and keep on writing!!!
Thanks for entering,
Justin -
Wow, excellent write, very well written with excellent word choice, I absolutly love the imagery and feel of this. Well done, Thanx for entering and good luck!
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ooo i love this, great job
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very powerful and great imagery. my favorite part particularly was:
..And the Sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon.
The aquamarine sky was taken over by darkness.
Now, the flowers lived hidden in the shadows..
..of the maiden's twisted mind as she called out
for spirits as lonely and as lost as her.
absolutly brillant piece.
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Wow, thank you! I'm so glad you reviewed it!
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