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Author Name: Freependeriki 2 Comments
Date Added: September 03, 2013 05:09:10 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Rhyming
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Eternal Conclave
The time and place I can't remember 
Was it June or late September 
morning rising from the Moorland 
walk with me 
and you will see 
Ragged mountains in the sunlight 
Echoed noises from the seas 
Tranqual colours in the high skies 
Silver perfumes on the breezes 
Did you see the man below the shadow 
Moving eyes staring from the meadow 
Rising answers from the country 
The Master's hand 
laid on the land 

Then sweeping from the distance came a Lady dressed in green 
She shone with trembling beauty that had ne'er before been seen 
Stretching forth her hand to calm the hatred that had been 
Behind her eyes 
Flow distant skies 
all shining down 
The Winter winds have killed the strong seed 
Speak of Conclaves who have no need 
of a saviour left to die 

And looking round I see the motions turning in your head 
Respected things have fallen to the tortured flower bed 
So please give me a reason to believe the words you said 
for we are here 
close to fear 
and memories are painful 
And gathering around us as the Towers of Babylon 
The war lance of the warrior in the paling morning sun 
where the Morning of Magicians will descend on everyone 

Will an image of your concience cloud your disbelieving eyes 
with a growing apparition belaying all the long told lies 
as the feelings shown have shocked you into trying to be brave 
you remain as but a small part of the Eternal Conclave 

Yet standing by the sea I can't see where your boats have gone 
In the valleys of the morning they have sank into the dawn 
to a Dark Queen who is eager to take the last remaining pawn 
A message sent 
A ruling movement 
Shines within her eyes 
Shines within her... 
Shines within... 
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Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on September 3, 2013 07:47:04 PM Report

Bravo..bravo.... I stand clapping... I am at a loss for words to express my emotions

as I read this astonding poem of what is now and too come!! you paint your feelings so well a gift not many have...

It seems to come so natural to you...I have always adored your work its a masterpiece once again ****

 I have learned a lot about you and your world through your poetry!!!  Your loyal fan... 

Texas sends her affections and reguards.... Scarlett

Comment By: FreeWide Awake on September 3, 2013 01:08:46 PM Report
Awesome poetry!

Interesting and important thoughts to ponder...



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