A shudder in the firmament
flickering of pallid light
I tremble in this testament
and gaze in pure delight
your burning perspiration
begging for my tongue
though I grieve I must leave
before the day is young
dawn is breaking; as we must
for stark as winters crow
shadows turn our night to dust
thus we have to go
palette of the dawning
lies bright across the sky
tis our time of mourning
questions wreath our eyes
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Author notes
Option 1 very interesting style to attempt
A contest entry
- A selection of style choices. by Aedara-Wren.
1650 points, ended February 26, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any feedback most welcome
Comments
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An impressive poem. Good luck in the contest.
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