An angry rain,
A stroke of light,
Tonight this beauty
Surrenders the fight
Moss coated floor,
Rotting trees,
She’ll promise tonight,
Swear to be free.
A blood spackled dawn,
Red fading light,
Her heart in her fist,
The air grows too tight
The forest cries,
The twilight forlorn,
The blade on her breast,
Secretly mourns.
She
Lets
Go.
Author notes
Dark days call for dark words. Hope you like this one
A contest entry
- Big Emotion... by Walking Oxymoron.
550 points, ended November 22, 2008, 23 entries
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The words 'dark days' called to me. It's a phrase I use often (usually in relation to people I know.)
Nonetheless, this is an incredible piece of work, and your style is amazing.
The rhythm is so tight it could probably be a song. -
what a beautiful flow to this. awesome poem, the write is full of grace
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