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''Foresight''
Contributed by
EternitysLyre
on
Tuesday, 14th October 2003 @ 06:14:36 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The stars glare unblinking Cold as the ice The moon is of no help The jester of blight They fall through the cell And bring with them fatigue They entice their victims And make them believe
With night come the horrors And the dreams sank in, Sweet Prolonged are lifes tortures As the time draws on the Weak
Judged by the world, who knows of himnone Expelled by his peers, for he is butone Unknowing of crime, and oblivious to his infraction The purest of souls takes the greatest of actions
With day ensues anguish Inseparable, uncouth The scorn of the brazen eyes Those fearers of truth
Resigned to his sentence, the convict walks on His trial unjust, his torturetoo long Accused of a crime Hes never commit His fate was decided By a battle of wits.
Unending the hardships Interminable pain How is one to survive And keep his soul, Unchained?
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EternitysLyre
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2003-10-14 06:14:36] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: ''Foresight''
(User Rating: 1 ) by venkat on
Tuesday, 14th October 2003 @ 06:32:59 AM AEST (User
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not at all disturbing. it's a very good write.. shows your talent... o.k welcome!!
keep'em coming on.... venkat |
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Re: ''Foresight''
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 14th October 2003 @ 09:11:03 AM AEST (User
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I'm in a good mood because of a poem that I just wrote, and I don't believe anything can destroy that good mood, well I sure as hell hope not anyhow. But that's not the point. This is an excellent poem and I loved reading it. Dark poetry has always been a favourite of mine and you just showed me why. |
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