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Left Behind
Tear filled eyes spill memories
Near forgotten. The wind, once
Alive with laughter and
Talk of glory,
Now lies heavy, dead and silent.
One remains, spending her days
Within the great halls,
pouring over painted memories
of a husband and son,
gone long ago.
Did they find their glory, in the war-torn
Hills and fen? Have they set
Their feet upon the path
home?
Setting off,
Weapons held close,
They look back only once
At her, standing, already alone atop the
Stairs, surrounded by the winter
White of a new year.
We will return before the leaves
lose their green.
Beneath that stair, she
Watches the last leaf fall,
Torn and ragged.
They will never come home.
- Title: Left Behind
- Artist: Taisira
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Description:
I spent a lot of time tweaking it, perhaps a wee bit too much. I have never put so much effort into the form of a poem before (about 5 hours altogether). The Gaia system won't let me describe what I did and WHY it's important, because it's “too many characters”. And some of the form of the poem cannot be correctly displayed either.
So please, please go to my poem at deviantART so that you can fully appreciate it.
http://melian-alcarime.deviantart.com/art/Left-Behind-127310123
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- Date: 07/17/2009
- Tags: battle glory abandoned death
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