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Reincarnation of an armed guard
Finally...
breathing...
taking this suit off...
I love my armor, served me well
donned in the age of Yore, battling
black pits of hell, chinks you see
strips, these the case may be
are but from finding me...
Shining, bright Magic flows from it
warding off danger
I took trips fraught with angles
dot and blotted along the way
pierced by dragons in lairs.
The armor strengthened...
living the life of the court, alone
walking fares, still intent upon joys
And the days came, harkened
upon my hole of years
where tales vines grabbed hold
purposed and clear, battles change
no longer fit, so heavy-strange-that
winds of change can show us this
hang my suit up, enshrined drying
It's scars left, reminding, lest we forget
My bear skin stretches across a rock
looking out over the valley
embraced by the woods, naked
harmonized nature and battles understood
breathing...
taking this suit off...
I love my armor, served me well
donned in the age of Yore, battling
black pits of hell, chinks you see
strips, these the case may be
are but from finding me...
Shining, bright Magic flows from it
warding off danger
I took trips fraught with angles
dot and blotted along the way
pierced by dragons in lairs.
The armor strengthened...
living the life of the court, alone
walking fares, still intent upon joys
And the days came, harkened
upon my hole of years
where tales vines grabbed hold
purposed and clear, battles change
no longer fit, so heavy-strange-that
winds of change can show us this
hang my suit up, enshrined drying
It's scars left, reminding, lest we forget
My bear skin stretches across a rock
looking out over the valley
embraced by the woods, naked
harmonized nature and battles understood
Published 12th Apr 2013
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12th Apr 2013 6:15am
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12th Apr 2013 2:14pm
12th Apr 2013 11:38am
Stunning visuals, good luck in the competition.
where tales vines grabbed hold
purposed and clear, battles change
no longer fit, so heavy-strange-that
winds of change can show us this
^My favorite part.
Beautiful poetry.
where tales vines grabbed hold
purposed and clear, battles change
no longer fit, so heavy-strange-that
winds of change can show us this
^My favorite part.
Beautiful poetry.
12th Apr 2013 2:16pm
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12th Apr 2013 5:31pm
This feels very magical, mystical even. Steeped in darkness and woven with so much metaphor, great visuals and alalogies..all in all..a great write
in stanza 2 do you mean to say angles as you have or angels?...
in stanza 3-do you mean hole or whole..both those places throw me a bit
you have lots of great lines in this!
in stanza 2 do you mean to say angles as you have or angels?...
in stanza 3-do you mean hole or whole..both those places throw me a bit
you have lots of great lines in this!
12th Apr 2013 6:30pm
Thanks for such kind words Miki:)
Yes, indeed spelled correct:) - but meant to mean BOTH words-- angels and angles whole and hole ---(i was reaching a little much with that conveyance :)
Much appreciated!!!
Yes, indeed spelled correct:) - but meant to mean BOTH words-- angels and angles whole and hole ---(i was reaching a little much with that conveyance :)
Much appreciated!!!
