The Resurrection of Oz

Would it be too hard... too much for you to taste...?
The Diamond droplets on her tear-stained face

Could you handle the truth of her Fire-Opal heart
And face the fact that you played a huge part

In the cracks you used to scale Alabaster walls
While you courted her secrets in those grand Emerald halls

Casting calls and honors in the pulling apart of limbs
And those coveted Ruby Slippers dangling from the rim

Of her sanity set in Sapphire and Gold
In Jasper fields of Poppies and snow

And the last Golden straw was in the Amber haze
Of a lost little girl on a yellow brick maze

And the Cache of horrors it took to retrieve
The Obsidian heart on the Tin Man's sleeve

And the little Brass house that was dashed upon the winds
Along with every last hope of going home again

As the ending score played, Tapping heels in the midst
To a story marked by the charms on her wrist

Was this the cost...? The final price for her sins?
Or The Resurrection of Oz...Rising within

~DannyLynne~

Reviews

[Kyle]

You are an excellent poet!

This is splendid.

[Crow]

DannyLynne

This is a beutifully solemn piece, with a high degree of soulful feeling projected through your words.

You have truly inspired me, and kindled a spark in my soul.

[alan khan]

i liked the dark tone a lot. it all worked very well. i enjoyed this.

[Ron]

Wonderful, Fun, foot loose and fancy free!! even Oz himself would have been impressed ! Flows, like a child skipping down the yellow brick road, Delightful I really enjoyed this poem Aw, when life was young and we all conquered the big bad witch.
lots of love Ron

[David W Moore III]

Very nice. I like the sence of desperation. Very cool dark write.

[Robin]

the OZ series of books are a big favorite of mine , and so much more then the movie everyone grew up with , hard edged and darker fantasy than most know . loved what you done here with this DannyLynne.