I look at the moon,
A glowing orb,
Scattering silver through the black.
Eyes see the moon,
Devoured by the dark,
The monster that dislikes silver.
Heart-broken watch I,
Evil over good.
Tradition over-thrown.
But tears never last,
For once again a glowing orb.
Scattering silver upon the dark.
A contest entry
- :O What's this!? :) by xDemonicxAngelx.
600 points, ended December 18, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is one of those short yet deep poems. more meaning behind the words. wicked poem.
~Oka
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I really enjoyed your take on the prompt.
It was so beautiful and very well written.
Thank you for entering and good luck!
Take care
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I love the last stanza. Well done and best to you in the contest

Much love,
Ylova

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beautifully penned
best of luck





