Her beauty shines like angel's grace
of inner turmoil not a trace,
the darkness she refuses light
resisting thoughts with all her might.
In hidden corners power grows,
festering from deep below,
struggling to not be denied
she whispers gifts of glowing pride.
Confrontation slowly looms
blistering perfection's groom,
a battle royal takes up arms
as honour manifests her charms.
As wickedness pushes to release
it's time for dignity to finally find peace,
be aware the darkness is always there
of nudging evil always be prepared.
Author notes
option #1- Write about the picture what ever comes to mind when you look at it
In a list
A contest entry
- picture me by eternalsol.
700 points, ended December 7, 2008, 20 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wonderful
Another excellently crafted write. And so fits the picture. Congratulations on the honorable mention.
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nice
nice i love what you did with this pic its fits just right thanx so much for entering
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I love to read about the battle between good and evil and especially when it's written with such beauty.
Best wishes in the contest.
Love Margaret
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Poet
Always a deep and thoughful write. But i guess I expect nothing less the perfection from you. well done .
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