What burns in truth is unfounded jealousy,
As ravishing beauty winked in a lust smile
Flew kisses, smoked me in craving passion;
While you threw me as worn out in fashion:
Like a cat you have clawed into my heart;
Blood thirst still to be satisfied, quenched.
Push squeeze the dagger to the hilt’s limit
I would happily live or die with your love
It is the feather quill that suffers in to ink
Crow in long lines, you judge the knights.
A contest entry
- Crows and Quills by VoltaicHypnosis.
650 points, ended September 17, 2008, 6 entries
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Supered imagery here. Absolutely horrorshow. I'm not sure why a cow is judging knights, but let's roll with it. Flow was a bit choppy but a solid write. Best of luck in the contest.
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Crows tend to keep voicing without a thought
Here I am fighting in life and death moves and the crow.....where as the silver in quills has to judge a muse.
Just a thought as I ended the poem.
Sorry if I used the word crow. -
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no you used the word "cow".
It is the feather quill that suffers in to ink
Cow in long lines, you judge the knights.
might wanna fix that
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Crows tend to keep voicing without a thought
Here I am fighting in life and death moves and the crow.....where as the silver in quills has to judge a muse.
Just a thought as I ended the poem.
Sorry if I used the word crow.
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Oooh love the darkness here, you've done a wonderful job! The imagery is vivid and the emotions raw. Excellent piece, good luck in your contest
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beautiful poem =)
reminds me of Romeo&Juliet..
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