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November 09 LimeWith the grace of gliding shadows,
Through fire and light, came a vision Cloaked in sighs and a dark lament, The vengeance of the Ancient Ones. He is the last of the Guardians--
Protector incarnate of the Earth, The final barrier beyond plain faith and yet no more than legend or myth In this way, the darkness falls.
Through fire and light, the shadow calls. You can hear him though he should not be Alive and a part of this mockery. Humanity is their legacy,
For mortality was their price In exchange for power and morality They lost the last of their integrity. Few transcend and fewer remain
In those painful ways of giving More than take. They chose death Over what seemed like Eternity. But woe and irony, that does end
their life; their death leaves them behind Lost in transition and sustained by Love Exchanging all for an eternality. Though unwilling they fought onwards,
Each succumbing in their own time When their heavy charge is complete, They may leave and finally forever dream... But there is one left to carry the charge,
He cannot rest, for he holds the last scroll. Its gentle rhymth does much make him whole, For his heart resists the grandfather's pull. He is the Guardian...
Rough draft, introduction... this is probably the beginning of my first long poem.... planning for around 200 lines, lyrical story... free verse TrackbacksThe trackback URL for this entry is: http://evendor.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!9A2094EBE78F3F7F!176.trak Weblogs that reference this entry
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