It started with a tiny thread, so miniscule and insignificant And light that gleamed of dullest gold, breaking through The shadows.
Came a voice, softly singing upon the wind, blending in With a summer storm's tempest. Fate locked its bars and twisted the road, no smooth pavement For the traveller.
Weary is he? No, not any more. Satisfied in a part of his soul; Calmed in part of his spirit, and terrified in part of his mind. He looks out to the empty fields surrounding him, home and Comfort, as hes always known.
Lightning is she, hot and sporadic. Her dreams plague the night and her heart resounds thunder. And when she feels him, she feels him down to her bones Smile curling her colored lips.
It started with a tiny thread, so miniscule and insignificant And light that gleamed of dullest gold, breaking through The shadows.
Very interesting imagery Poe. Very lovely and imaginative indeed. :)
-- Edited by kutipi2 at 22:52, 2007-10-22
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"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
"Our mothers and fathers held us close to their hearts and they promised 'One bright and shining day my children, we will triumph in battle. One bright and shining day my children, we will give you back your wings.' " - PL: S&W
