His phantom form appeared inside the smoke
That rose toward the ceiling of the hall
A hollow laugh that might have been a choke
Struck like a fist she felt so lost and small
The cherub she had been before he died
Was here bewildered quaking in her shoes
The river of the tears that she had cried
Became the key to all that she could lose
The crystal glass of burgundy now fell
And she herself fell prostrate at his feet
The violins played on to keep the spell
His quest to find his princess was complete
The freedom she had found was washed away
He's back from Hell to claim his own today
Author notes
OPTION 1: WORD BANK (Use all words in your poem)
phantom, smoke, fist, crystal, river, ceiling, key,
violin, burgundy, hollow, cherub, quest, bewilder
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1200 points, ended December 6, 2008, 23 entries
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Comments
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oooh, this was exceptionally good!
I love the 'darkness' of this write -
once again, you have enchanted
this reader. Love, Lane -
i dont like the fourth line....
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