Wolf
Apprentice
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
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Post by Wolf on Feb 19, 2004 1:32:11 GMT -5
Terminus
...for Irma
Let us go, you and I, and explore uncharted shoals of time and space....
We shall move swiftly as the rays of the myriad stars; touching icy stones
forever lost that drift endlessly between the galaxies,
frosted by the last breaths of dying worlds...
We shall pass by dark nebulae obscuring mysterious stars that lure
unwary travelers into their ebony pits; and, we shall bask
in the lingering rays of gentle suns shepherding their fertile planets
through jeweled galactic meadows...
Then, witness with me the awesome birth of flaming nebulae;
fire-spawned metallic wraiths orphaned by cataclysmic birth,
their iridescent veils flowing in icy winds
blowing from beyond eternity...
Plunge wildly with me into massive gas giants,
to be torn by daemonic primal winds,
seared by titan lightning lacing sizzling terrifying patterns
in continent-clouds; to be blasted by awesome shattering thunder,
crushed by intense gravity, and drowned in corrosive acid deluges...
Then, let us retreat to new-born worlds where we can be kissed
by gentle breezes, walk under healing skies, and hear delicate melodies
of rainbowed birds as we walk, hand in hand,
through flowered meadows...
© T. GhostWolf Davidson, January 6, 1972
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Post by richie on Feb 19, 2004 7:05:04 GMT -5
unusual poem, differcult to critique though I think this would go well in performance poetry. keep writing Richie.
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Post by bloodredtears on Feb 19, 2004 8:46:33 GMT -5
very good piece, full of awesome imagery..i really enjoyed reading it!
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Post by SilverEyes on Feb 19, 2004 23:10:16 GMT -5
Beautiful descriptions, I especially liked, "jeweled galactic meadows..."
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