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Faith and Angel Dust
By Meadowhawk
Indistinct shapes
swim through
a malignant sky
Specters
of a forgotten time
Shades
of abandoned ideals
Indifferent clouds
carousel around them
While grieving stars
weep acrid tears
No voices
praise the divinities
No
hymns
proclaim their glory
Beliefs
lost to
the eons
Faith
meaningless and empty
Hope
a fading light
Slowly tumbling
descending
on a tattered
feather
For even the angels
have turned to dust.
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Copyright 2010 Meadowhawk
Published on Wednesday, August 11, 2010.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
Comments on "Faith and Angel Dust"
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On Sunday, August 15, 2010, Malcholm Dark
(810)
wrote:
Fantastic imagery my friend... angels into dust... a great idea... you are the poet... a real pleasure, thanks
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On Wednesday, August 11, 2010, lupus tenebrae
(872) wrote:
Such amazingly barren visuals, all faith has fallen, hope is gone, a wasteland of a landscape was created through your words. "For even the angels have turned to dust" that line is the definition of hopeless, write on.
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On Wednesday, August 11, 2010, Wiccad
(125) wrote:
Wonderful, such dispare like there just isn't any hope for anything.
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