At war with the fiercest of storms
veiled in darkness, drenched in tears;
mistakes bursting over my head
lifeless lay dreams, consequences reign;
Unlike the sun, I brandish not strength
nor wield it's golden rods,
yet I refuse to yield as azure skies
to jagged swords slashing, bleeding gray days;
No, I shall declare a truce with the clouds,
and in my rainbow gown hemmed in gold;
sorrow and joy weaving it's travesty,
under colorless shadow we shall dance;
Waiting for the sun to cut in, it always does,
then along multicolor bands we shall soar;
and like victory's flag raised high,
I will surrender only to the wind.
A contest entry
- & all the pretty flowers in the dust ♥ by Immortal Obscurity.
400 points, ended December 4, 2008, 15 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Another wonderful write. I love the emotion and imagery you fill your pieces with. :-) The rhythm to this write was great, it flowed really well. Nice work! Blessings . . . :-)
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Wow! Amazing write.
I usually don't finish what I start to read (mostly due to ADHD and insomnia), but this was a very beautiful piece of writing you have here. I love the line: "mistakes bursting over my head". I could relate to that one. The first line really caught my attention as well, which is actually hard to do.
Very, very beautiful writing. You get applause for this!! 
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This is amazing, with tons of great imagery. I just closed another contest that this would have fared incredibly-well in, and I love the feelings of empowerment found here. Into the finalists' list for you Well done & thanks for entering
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