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The Fading Sister
By dark_sister
Her moon face looms at me.
Hatred broils and it's the heat of the sun.
If I looked at her,
her flaxen hair would burst into flame,
her creaking facade would melt.
In her shadowness she brings me gifts.
A turtle made of onyx.
A worn book.
I snatch them from her hands,
leave the scorch of molten anger on the paltry tokens.
Her light has always been a reflection of me.
But now she is waning as I grow.
The sister-bond severed,
her whole world is wilting.
Merrily I shine and shine,
with a viscious spark.
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Copyright 2003 dark_sister
Published on Thursday, July 3, 2003.
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Comments on "The Fading Sister"
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A former member wrote:
This poem makes you feel sympathy for the younger sister, and makes you angry at the older one.
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On Monday, September 1, 2003, KittyStryker
(710)
wrote:
this is fascinating... reminds me of a story i read by le Guin.... shadow sistes and mirror images. well done.
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On Friday, July 4, 2003, GothicBlack
(186) wrote:
I could feel the fire burning with this one. I love it, as always your work is outstanding! ~gothic~
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On Thursday, July 3, 2003, urbanhumility
(1158) wrote:
complex, and filled with duplicity.well done and tasty dark................urban
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On Thursday, July 3, 2003, maddin foxxxy
(358) wrote:
i am amazed by this one...the words just make the perfect image...alive & dreamy.."Hatred broils and it's the heat of the sun"....this work is excellent to my eyes.
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On Thursday, July 3, 2003, Stranger
(263) wrote:
You are definitely one of my new favorites. I just read about 15 of your poems in a row. They were all, every one of them, amazing. I will try to go back and comment on them later. Love your work! This one was particularly vivid
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