Delivered into shadows
held by purgatories grim
Ashes of life gently retire
from one’s motive of sin
That which fate has now taken
no glory can be found
A tear wells of ache
falls to forge a crimson gown
Wings enshroud his loss
loved only this once, he cries
His salvation withers
as rage cloaks his demon eyes
Author notes
Visual Prompt: no credit, but I believe it's from deviantart.com
In a list
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by Angelflower.
600 points, ended August 22, 2008, 14 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This was wonderful!! the imagery was vivid and detailed and the flow was nice as well!! I really loved the rhyme here too.. flawlss!!
you did such a wonderful job with the picture!! thank you very much for sharing!! best of luck in the contest!!
Angel
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Your rhyming is phenomenal. Never could I fall into such rhythm with rhyming poetry like I can in yours. Absolutely beautiful. ^_^
"That which fate has now taken
no glory can be found
A tear wells of ache
falls to forge a crimson gown"
Best stanza. "Fall to forge a crimson gown". Beautiful. ^_^ I love your style of writing. Good luck in the contest
-Lily♥
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