DanceA Poem by Sorcha~unable To Stay On Long Lately, Sorry!!!!
A poem I wrote, and hope anyone can decipher the story from it. I will probably write out the short story that can accompany it, but I like leaving the poem as is.
Enraptured by the shadows of night,
morning comes with dawning light,
upon the brim, beyond my sight,
the dancers dance in binding flight.
Twisting on said yonder shore,
blackened ash that pours and pours,
from mountains high above our doors,
who rest inside once hidden lore,
and always shall we beg for more.
With power do the Mountains stand,
the Gods of Wrath bring down their hands,
skies so gray above burning land,
time is slipping in grains of sand...
The dancers dance with grace and ease,
they mix and mingle through ashe and breeze,
above the mountains so hot, they freeze,
the Gods of Wrath do as they please,
the dancers fall in frozen trees,
their dancing, by the mountains, seized.
The wind has died, not to return,
the skies are cold, the land is burned,
the mountains loving gaze is turned,
our world, so scarred, will never learn.
But still we beg the mountains high,
bring back the dancers from the sky,
to earth they've fallen beyond our eyes,
to earth they've fallen, to their demise!
We beg you mountains, let them rise!
Darkness settles, night has come,
we hear the battles ending drums.
The sky is lost, the earth has won;
our dancers' dance, forever done...
© 2009 Sorcha~unable To Stay On Long Lately, Sorry!!!!
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Sorcha~unable To Stay On Long Lately, Sorry!!!!
AboutI have always enjoyed writing, though I personally don't believe my own works to be any good. In my spare time, I write poetry and stories and such, just writing basically whatever comes to mind. But .. more..