Erratic in thine upset craze,
deep asleep in thine malevolent maze.
Twist thine fingers heaven high,
breathe relief from Banshee's cry.
Thine promised compromise is thin,
bathed in beauty and eternal sin.
For thee I bestow,
but one simple rule,
when the cock crow,
Thou must return to Death,
so cruel.
For a sleepless and finite night,
may return the blessed light.
Take care to remember Me,
for I am Divinity.
Author notes
i applied for membership to the group. i'm not a member yet. if i am refused i'll revoke my entry. otherwise... cool contest. it was fun to write for.
A contest entry
- Gifts of Enchantment ... Group Contest for The Enchanted Realm by Melodies.
700 points, ended January 18, 2009, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
love the darkness, breathe the cataclysmic self indulgence
Comments
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Merry meet,
Congratulations on winning the Bronze. Welcome to the Enchanted Land. We're all a little odd here. I love the dark theme to the express the darker side to the denizens of the Realm. Congratulations again on the Bronze.
Amythest
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This is a delightful poem of wonderful enchantment and I am so glad you joined our group, good poet.
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