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Soft whispers, playing together over the collapsing ground
Sand that falls around my aching broken legs
Hair that brushes past my cut eys, obscuring the mocking scene for me
The sand screeches past me, sprites billowing up into my eyes,
Mocking, dark, night surrounds me, even the stars hold a grudge
I stumble on, through the gales of anger and shattered hopes
Towards a shadow I am not sure even exists amongst its brothers
A break - Light pierces the sky, billowing fire surrounds the horizon
The corona engulfs the battered land, gold rushing to meet fire
Shadows flee, before their foe
The sun - The Sun! It has come back to play with me!
All the shadows are gone - No. One stays. A figure.
Hair, the colour of the mocking sand reflects the arrows soaring over
Eyes, piercing all the darkness between us, mocking me like all else
A slendar figure, carved from some unknown precious metal, stands there
I look up.
The sun explodes over the horizon, the sand whips up to greet it,
The sprites taiunt me as they scream past, shrieks of laughter
She is still, even as I fall to the ground in disarray, flailing under
I lie there, breathing through sobs and scattered emotions
My eyes, finaly clear, look up.
There, looking out over the desolated expanse that is hers, as is all else
I am near, but she is there. A carven unknown statue of carved solemness that has a heart of fire, a mind of beauty and a face that kills me in a glance.
The desert, still around us, watches. The sun lies lies over head, watching
Waiting for a moment that will never come
The world holds its breath, stops, freezes under a scorching eye
It waits.
Sand that falls around my aching broken legs
Hair that brushes past my cut eys, obscuring the mocking scene for me
The sand screeches past me, sprites billowing up into my eyes,
Mocking, dark, night surrounds me, even the stars hold a grudge
I stumble on, through the gales of anger and shattered hopes
Towards a shadow I am not sure even exists amongst its brothers
A break - Light pierces the sky, billowing fire surrounds the horizon
The corona engulfs the battered land, gold rushing to meet fire
Shadows flee, before their foe
The sun - The Sun! It has come back to play with me!
All the shadows are gone - No. One stays. A figure.
Hair, the colour of the mocking sand reflects the arrows soaring over
Eyes, piercing all the darkness between us, mocking me like all else
A slendar figure, carved from some unknown precious metal, stands there
I look up.
The sun explodes over the horizon, the sand whips up to greet it,
The sprites taiunt me as they scream past, shrieks of laughter
She is still, even as I fall to the ground in disarray, flailing under
I lie there, breathing through sobs and scattered emotions
My eyes, finaly clear, look up.
There, looking out over the desolated expanse that is hers, as is all else
I am near, but she is there. A carven unknown statue of carved solemness that has a heart of fire, a mind of beauty and a face that kills me in a glance.
The desert, still around us, watches. The sun lies lies over head, watching
Waiting for a moment that will never come
The world holds its breath, stops, freezes under a scorching eye
It waits.
Good!
Just thought I'd say, she is not really that cold, but she can be killing by inadvertantly doing things to me.
Thats why I wrote this piece.
Thats why I wrote this piece.
Cheers - This is my favourite piece of writing so far, of the few i have done!
I like the setting of the desert.
And the last line is absolutely amazing! Good work Cyclone!
:)
And the last line is absolutely amazing! Good work Cyclone!
:)
Soft whispers, playing together over the collapsing ground
Sand that falls around my aching broken legs
Hair that brushes past my cut eys, obscuring the mocking scene for me
The sand screeches past me, sprites billowing up into my eyes,
Mocking, dark, night surrounds me, even the stars hold a grudge
I stumble on, through the gales of anger and shattered hopes
Towards a shadow I am not sure even exists amongst its brothers
A break - Light pierces the sky, billowing fire surrounds the horizon
The corona engulfs the battered land, gold rushing to meet fire
Shadows flee, before their foe
The sun - The Sun! It has come back to play with me!
All the shadows are gone - No. One stays. A figure.
Hair, the colour of the mocking sand reflects the arrows soaring over
Eyes, piercing all the darkness between us, mocking me like all else
A slendar figure, carved from some unknown precious metal, stands there
I look up.
The sun explodes over the horizon, the sand whips up to greet it,
The sprites taiunt me as they scream past, shrieks of laughter
She is still, even as I fall to the ground in disarray, flailing under
I lie there, breathing through sobs and scattered emotions
My eyes, finaly clear, look up.
There, looking out over the desolated expanse that is hers, as is all else
I am near, but she is there. A carven unknown statue of carved solemness that has a heart of fire, a mind of beauty and a face that kills me in a glance.
The desert, still around us, watches. The sun lies lies over head, watching
Waiting for a moment that will never come
The world holds its breath, stops, freezes under a scorching eye
It waits.
Sand that falls around my aching broken legs
Hair that brushes past my cut eys, obscuring the mocking scene for me
The sand screeches past me, sprites billowing up into my eyes,
Mocking, dark, night surrounds me, even the stars hold a grudge
I stumble on, through the gales of anger and shattered hopes
Towards a shadow I am not sure even exists amongst its brothers
A break - Light pierces the sky, billowing fire surrounds the horizon
The corona engulfs the battered land, gold rushing to meet fire
Shadows flee, before their foe
The sun - The Sun! It has come back to play with me!
All the shadows are gone - No. One stays. A figure.
Hair, the colour of the mocking sand reflects the arrows soaring over
Eyes, piercing all the darkness between us, mocking me like all else
A slendar figure, carved from some unknown precious metal, stands there
I look up.
The sun explodes over the horizon, the sand whips up to greet it,
The sprites taiunt me as they scream past, shrieks of laughter
She is still, even as I fall to the ground in disarray, flailing under
I lie there, breathing through sobs and scattered emotions
My eyes, finaly clear, look up.
There, looking out over the desolated expanse that is hers, as is all else
I am near, but she is there. A carven unknown statue of carved solemness that has a heart of fire, a mind of beauty and a face that kills me in a glance.
The desert, still around us, watches. The sun lies lies over head, watching
Waiting for a moment that will never come
The world holds its breath, stops, freezes under a scorching eye
It waits.