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August Snow
From out the chambers of this stone enclose
Mark footfalls serenading my repose,
Of drifting mem'ries turned an inward chill.
They lose their warmth, yet keep hold of their thrill.
Notate my demise at this moment true.
Keeper of Perditia, keep ready too
A meager hold of my beddings aflame.
Eternal rest. Calm with a low scream.
Mortality offers freedom from this
Declaration of "Life is ever godless."
Reality of this revelation
Desecrates my eternal salvation.
This blizard of most foul human design
From depth reaches to devour the mind.
No, a saviour will not hence forth come, for
Your soul, black by night, reaches mine no more.
Crawling up from a marked floor, I fall.
The snow of her chill stood heavy and tall.
But from out this cold chamber I survive
And, towards no flamed princess do I more dive
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| Thank you very much 'mom.' |
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Comment by: mom - 2006-04-30 18:29
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| I like this piece. My spelling is horrible also. Keep up the good work. |
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MissPrint:
Thank you, and I shall be putting more up here. I appreciacte how specific you were with your comments. |
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Redbirdjazz:
My spelling is atrocious, forgive me. I use spell checks, but I had done this on an older pc, and transfered it, and did not spell check it after the transfer (a very old pc, that had a dictionary of 2500 words or so. Thank you for the comments, and I apologize for miss-appropriating the upload. I am new here |
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| I like this a lot; it raises some interesting questions. Just a couple of minor issues: in the second stanza, "beddings" is misspelled as "bedddings," and you uploaded it as a story instead of a poem. Keep up the good work. |
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