chanson de pluie

Poetic Injustice
2004-01-20 00:58:24 (UTC)

wings of raptue:poem

WEEELLLL this recently got dissed thuroughly at a forum,
so I decided to put it up here so you all can write lovely
emails to me about how much you just love it and boost my
self esteem a bit

WINGS OF RAPTURE
The wings of god hath spoken
Leaving many roses bruised.
The raven's cries are broken.
And the bended demons loosed.

Over the eyes of gladness
The lids of sorrow fall.
And the golden path is darkened
As their silver breath will call.

Their voices spoke of rapture,
Luminescent through the years.
Now wings awake from slumbers,
And their voice is drowned in tears.

A pallet of raindrops this morning
Will blossom the golden sun.
And as the ravens have fallen,
They daunted the flight of one.

These wings of god still folded
Will utter not a single word.
Two wings close-lipped are teaching
(Both taught by an out spoken third)

Rain filled morning sensations
Will harken ties to burst.
Now raven’s wings must gather
The demons still with thirst.




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