Forlorn and More

Forlorn and More

A Poem by George Anthony
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Potential symbology for many things

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Like a phoenix, I am reborn,
as I rise from the ashes of the world.
No longer forlorn,
as everyone knows their executioner from lore.
As fire reigns, the trees bow down,
and peons desperately flee their penalty;
smitten by a love of death.
Infatuation and obsession at it's worst;
selfish lust still suffers under my pressure.
This war sought pot overflows.
Gloom and euphoria mingle with thunder,
Booming and tearing the earth asunder.
Life sputters it's last breath in grief.
I look around and sigh in relief.
With everything suffering and nothing to love,
only the flames left dying, a terror from above,
forlorn and more I am again.

© 2017 George Anthony


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George Anthony
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Life sputters it's last breath in grief.
I look around and sigh in relief.
With everything suffering and nothing to love,
only the flames left dying, a terror from above,
forlorn and more I am again.

I really like this part, love the rhyme scheme as well.
flows really nicely.

Posted 3 Years Ago



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Added on December 31, 2017
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Tags: Fantasy, prose, Forlorn, poetry, emotional, Phoenix, dark