Glancing through a dusty window,
To a nostalgic period of time.
Sparkling eyes, stars that glow,
Past becomes the new prime.
A leader in black,
Forces the cattle to believe.
If mercy he lacks,
Then worship he receives.
A lone woman in white,
A martyr of sorts,
Is jailed for insight
Without her cohorts.
So now I glance through bars alone,
To that nostalgic time,
Left to rot, just skin and bone,
Remembering when past was prime.
Author notes
Photo Credit: "All this time"
http://ineedchemicalx.deviantart.com/art/All-this-time-98200193
A contest entry
- Reserve Me! by stylization.
700 points, ended September 23, 2008, 7 entries
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Comments
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this is beautiful and I love how you describe the woman as standing up for something she believes in and even though she is locked up for it she still believes in her cause! Great poem!
Br -
Oh, this is beautiful. The rhyme is well-done and flows nicely, rarely sounding forced. I like the way you've written this and the story behind the words. Great write, best of luck!
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You say you're better at dark? Have a crack at this.
"All this time"
http://ineedchemicalx.deviantart.com/art/All-this-time-98200193
Photo credit to iNeedChemicalx at deviantART.com
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