A soft shade of
Facetious red
On the crying greyéd sky
Sheltered from the rain
Lies the dying remains
Of what once was
Tied in the smallest red
Smallest enclosure
Chirping the last dying breath
Choking on the rising blood
His eyes
Blackened with inbred avarice
Glaze slowly
The harsh and raw reality
Of the world soon to depart
Gleaming with ethereal beauty
That only the dead can see
Sun hides out of damnéd shame
Watching the little one suffer
Shadows grieving weeping come
To mourn
Clothed in black
Ruffled feathers flutter
As they throw their hands up
Begging
Why?
In a list
A contest entry
- sparrow by Saffron.
900 points, ended November 7, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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I, too, wasn't quite sure what you meant my "inbred avarice", however, I do appreciate your unique voice and take on the contest prompt. You have some pretty vivid and dark imagery here, and quite a contrast to some of the soft images that could have been inspired by the contest title, which is nice to see.
Thank you for visiting this contest--I am happy to see your work here.
Saffron
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Sparrow Asks....
inbred avarice....? -
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what exactly are you asking?
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I was questioning the choice of "inbred avarice."
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