Whispers upon whispers,
coldness of slippers.
From the darkness,
shall she rise.
Like a diamond,
her sparkling eyes.
Long is her tail,
born from the earth's wail.
Calling her children,
the eyes of a billion.
Today she shall say,
what our words cannot pay.
For we are the day,
she blots the sun of our clay.
Brings terror and rain,
the storm goddess of vain.
Please tell me what you think
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Sparkling good job!
Great imagery, and mystery - with a little surprise at the end! A little jewel of a poem, that I enjoyed.
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