His body soars within the clouds as the zodiac.
So wild is a void that he emerges from under;
then with a quiet whimper, the evil at his heels,
all inflame, quavers, quickly like increasing thunder.
His sparkling eyes shine in silver like the bright moonlight,
and with just a song the evil weed has lost his tongue.
His footing strong, unlike the wade against the water
that from the darkness’s zealous mind abruptly sprung.
Interlace his lone pure heart with glorious roses,
just like his soul the blooming bud is incased in trust.
Adorn with honor the silence of the diffident hate.
Gaze at his deeds with wondrous eyes for his feelings just.
His humble heart, though good, is not an etiquette.
His soul a man’s and not a gods and yet gallant still,
but with love he made the ultimate escapism,
and even though he has been gone he will still fulfill.
Author notes
I used more then 10 if that is all right. I was really inspired by the word bank.
zodiac
wild
void
whimper
evil
inflame
weed
wade
zealous
interlace
roses
trust
adorn
honor
diffident
etiquette
escapisum
fulfill
A contest entry
- Words Words And Words! by hotchocolate.
800 points, ended December 27, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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This poem was amazing. my favorite part was 'he will still fulfill' it just rolls off the toungue. good write with this!
-the vampire forrest child ^^V -
You did a very good job on this write and I enjoyed the read! Thank you for your entry and good luck hon
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