From on high the holy ones are cast down.
Flame consumes the green and luscious fields that once were infinite,
reducing them to ash.
Shadow now reigns supreme in this land.
The darkness is dispursed by the light.
Frome the ashes rise the phoenix,
A rebirth.
Never again shall this pair live on high.
They will be grounded in this new luscious, infinite field,
the same but different.
Never again will they walk amongst the clouds.
They will walk the ground and be grounded.
The flame will not return.
The shadow will never rule this land again.
Time will march on in this place.
Darkness and flame sometimes seen on the distant horizon
but always dispursed by the memory of the past destruction.
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Wow!!! I loved your imagery. You have improved alot from your first writes and I admit I am amazed!! Such strength of emotions even with the imagery you used.
Good luck, dearest friend.
Much love
~Noor
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Thank you my friend. It helps to read others poetry, especially yours. It gives me ideas on how to improve my own.
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