The master of my hand commands me
To use this sword against
The white world of nothing.
My master requests I destroy the lines
Of this army of winter.
My sword blackens the ranks!
Master! Hear my voice,
I am doing well;
Continue to command my blade.
My master wills me to push
The red of my heart through the sword.
In elegant lines the metal rides,
Doing my will.
So, this muse commands the ink;
It flows from the sword
And coughs my heart onto the page
Of absolute nothingness.
The master of my hand controls the words
This poet spits onto the page!
The master of my heart tortures my emotions
To become the ink,
That destroys the winter,
That the paper holds.
Fri Apr 07, 2006 9:13 pm
ghost
Joined: 06 Nov 2005
Posts: 2828
Location: MIA
GEN!!!!
what a nice poem!!!! like the americans say, awesome!
really lovely imagery here. i am so impressed.
regards
ghost
ps i may even give you a kiss for this one, lol. _________________
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Mon Apr 10, 2006 2:17 pm
Xalia1 Moderators
Joined: 05 May 2004
Posts: 3702
Location: In love
GP,
This was beautifully written. Very nice write, I enjoyed it.
Hugs,
Xalia _________________ Nobody said life would be easy...They just promised it would be worth it.
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