Before the stars could baleful secrets keep, When only darkness filled the new-strung skies, The fires of Heaven roared up from their sleep, And from them sprang the father of all lies. At first no doubt was set upon his face, For in his youth he had no fear of fate. Secure within his towering fathers grace, He’d yet to feel the crimson barbs of hate. But all too soon the Morningstar did see His destiny drear; sick to soul he wept, And in a desperate gambit to be free, He seized his mother-fire and earthward leapt. Thus did free will abandon Heavens hall. Perhaps it was a flight, and not a Fall.
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Post by jeannerené on Apr 26, 2012 13:52:19 GMT -8
Hi Darkaus and welcome back ....
I enjoyed reading A Fated Flight, in particular its mysterious and foreboding mood. I always love reading sonnets and I feel you did a fine job with this one, your rhyme being quite smooth and natural. Your couplet at the end was perfect, putting a whole different spin on the subject ... flight or fall?
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Mar 30, 2019 1:55:53 GMT -8
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.