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The Inspiration
Contributed by
TEMPLAR2003
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Wednesday, 12th May 2004 @ 09:44:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Darkness.
I am standing.
Flapping.
I look up,
Nothing.
But I know it is there,
The wind threatening to rip it
From my grip.
Howling, Buffeting.
The field is trodden,
Covered by the Slain.
I sense it, I smell it.
I stand alone,
Victorious.
What is Victory?
To attain what One seeks.
Yet, that which I seek is
Not yet attained.
My grip tightens.
Again, I look up.
The first rays of the Dawn
Illuminate my vision.
Beaucent,
White, Green, and Purple.
My heart races
Faster than the steed I have lost.
The field now visible,
The vanquished no longer there,
Ghosts of a distant past.
Though my right side warms
To the glow of the sun,
My left side shivers still.
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TEMPLAR2003
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Re: The Inspiration
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by ShadowDaughter on
Wednesday, 12th May 2004 @ 09:47:49 PM AEST
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Wow . . . power poetry at its finest and most definitely a poem I'm going to be returning to read, over and over and over. This forces the reader to think a little and that's never a bad thing. I like the way you use capitalization to grant significance to certain concepts . . . all in all, an extremely good poem.
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