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 Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 10:28 pm
I await my angel in the velvet night
And seek the light within the void
For all alone I live my life
All but her love I do avoid
There was a time when she stood near
And my life was full of light
But even then, the winter came
And stole my candle bright
I walked alone in the dark
The solitude of my night
In that emptiness I cried
Alone, with none to aid my plight
Then, from the blackness
My angel came forth
Though she returned but briefly
In her my life again had worth
But then again she was gone
Stolen by my foe
Who knew not what he had taken
And caused the angel woe
I struggled to free the angel
But it was all in vain
And, in her captivity
The angel screamed in pain
Finally, when hope seemed lost
The angel became free
But, through all her struggles
She had forgotten me
She thought herself abandoned
And that I had moved on
I tried to show her otherwise,
But my angel was gone
Again I searched for my angel
Across the blank world far and wide
But the angel took no notice
In spite of all I tried
In the caves of my despair
The angel came to me
And with her radiance
She released me
But then the angel fled again
And left me to despair
Without my angel once again
The world was no longer fair
Then the light returned
The angel was not gone
She stood beside me once again
As my light came back on
I now stand beside my angel
With her all my life
No longer in the darkness
Her love illuminates my life
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 2:39 pm
I like. It's a very simple rhyme scheme, but those are often the best. It's kind of sad from the beginning, but warms towards the end. I like that. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. (As opposed to on the outside, which I get all the time.)
This is really good.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 8:40 pm
Thanks. I write alot, but I don't actually share it very often. Compiments encourage me. biggrin
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 10:41 pm
I know the feeling all too well. Keep it up, seriously. Those who can command the language of their birth influence the world like no others can.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 2:58 pm
Cougar Draven Those who can command the language of their birth influence the world like no others can.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 1:09 pm
writercxvii Cougar Draven Those who can command the language of their birth influence the world like no others can. Indeed I am. For some reason, I frequently speak in noncommittal language. I do this offline, too. And you're welcome. whee
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 1:27 pm
Cougar Draven Indeed I am. For some reason, I frequently speak in noncommittal language. I do this offline, too. And you're welcome. whee
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 3:54 pm
writercxvii Cougar Draven Indeed I am. For some reason, I frequently speak in noncommittal language. I do this offline, too. And you're welcome. whee Sure, shoot it over. I can't promise I'll get to it right away, but by the end of the week, to be sure.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 4:14 pm
Cougar Draven writercxvii Cougar Draven Indeed I am. For some reason, I frequently speak in noncommittal language. I do this offline, too. And you're welcome. whee Sure, shoot it over. I can't promise I'll get to it right away, but by the end of the week, to be sure.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 5:15 pm
writercxvii Cougar Draven writercxvii Cougar Draven Indeed I am. For some reason, I frequently speak in noncommittal language. I do this offline, too. And you're welcome. whee Sure, shoot it over. I can't promise I'll get to it right away, but by the end of the week, to be sure. I responded with a sort of a review.
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