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Pantomime
By Winterwords
Ravens circle
the sepulcre of innoncence
erected like a temple
in the wasteland of my soul
The shades of the past
gather here to worship
to breathe life into the memories
- their one unspoken hope
Damned to haunt
this earthen mausoleum
by the malevolence of wisdom
destroyer of illusions
they tear the unforgiving sky
with hungry flesh-less hands
to unravel
the fabric of time...
I encite them
anything to break the silence
the silence drives me mad...
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© 2007 Winterwords
Published on Thursday, August 9, 2007.
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Comments on "Pantomime"
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A former member wrote:
heaps of alliterative force. .this is elega[u]nt and evocative. . .i must have missed your entrance, but dang.. you do have a way about you....~nessa
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A former member wrote:
i love your choice of words. so vividly expressed.
+Timebomb+
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On Friday, August 10, 2007, Alanarchy
(1200)
wrote:
That first section was all visual. You have a great feel for the sensory, my friend. write on, and welcome.
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On Friday, August 10, 2007, urbanhumility
(1175) wrote:
"by the malevolence of wisdom" this prose strikes my soul at this very moment.......so very well spoken.....
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On Thursday, August 9, 2007, unspeakable truth
(100) wrote:
As I sigh, I so agree with NikesRain. This made my heart shutter, as that silence is maddening.
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On Thursday, August 9, 2007, NikesRain
(1298) wrote:
this was like watching storm clouds gather... the aching beauty of solemnity.. sigh stealing work
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