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 1:22:47 GMT -5
Driftwood
I walk alone in twilight,
wrapping ragged cloak against numbing wind,
shivering as the wan rays of dying sun
play feebly over the ocean; its caps ruby
and golden, then dark and chill
as they fall into the sands,
sweeping hoary ice and driftwood
about my feet...
A lingering cry as mists close in;
the gull wings out of greyness to disappear
as the sun, into the west...
But I,
I cannot follow into the warmth,
I must remain and await the end of night,
the eternal night to come...
© T. GhostWolf Davidson, November 4, 1971
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Post by bloodredtears on Feb 19, 2004 10:32:40 GMT -5
another wonderful piece..very descriptive i could picture the landscape...great job!
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Post by SilverEyes on Mar 31, 2004 21:48:51 GMT -5
Very encompassing imagery and it's definitely easy to visualize. I especiallty like the line, "wrapping ragged cloak against numbing wind,"
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Post by X x K e l Z x X on Apr 1, 2004 20:08:19 GMT -5
Remarkable use of imagery in this piece Ghostwolf, wonderfully written piece you have here.
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