Raw forces of the dark to form,
Yonder blow the clouds of war.
Turmoil in the sky ready to erupt,
To thunder, lightening I will call.
The mistress of the sea roars,
In waves breaking to the shore
Love me, know the divine will,
True you shall never ever fall.
Hit the heights I have battles,
And courage bursting in me,
Mind flies, wings lift my soul,
Away from the lust and sin:
Lord devil playing in passion,
Covets again, as I burn in hell:
My chi has always bleed for you,
Hold me in your love to quivers.
I yearn for the soft caress
Embrace, so I live again.
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A contest entry
- Picture Prompt. by Angelflower.
600 points, ended October 3, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This was a very interesting take on the prompt.. The imagery was nice and vivid, you did a wonderful job on the prompt.. best of luck in the contest..
Angel
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Swords salute to you....she writes with bold heart
fearless and true!
What a seductress this gentle warrior feasts upon us.
Wonder what potions she is up to?
flamesdragoness
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