Week 2: Pictures
Your hymns filtered out into the grounds
A haunted melody
From your elusive throne
All below entranced, they paid reverence
Helios awoke,
And illuminated his dominion
All was halcyon
Then, a walking corpse traversed the Empty grounds
As if haunting the living
A pitiful beast
Yet tender were you in your gait
Composing the world with your eyes
Emboldened by Mother Gaia
So again we met in the early morn,
And you composed your rousing symphonies
Your haunting gait became a skip
Joyous hymns and melodies
From the piano atop your throne
Enthralled am I by you
A beautiful beast
Note: I did not finish the poem in time, so unfortunately it was not included in this weeks contest. In addition to the picture, the poem had to be less than 20 lines. I'm positive that mine is over, so perhaps it's for the best that it is only posted here.
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Locution and Introspection
PoetryThe poems will be a collection of poems that I've written for Poetry Pub's Biggest Competition Ever. If all goes well, I will include poems I've written on my own accord. Note: I'm not one for votes, but I would truly appreciate comments on the po...
