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Rising from the fallen dusk the scents of night and sacred trust Forgotten, is the light of day with the taste of freedom come what may. Over mountain paths we've trod the restless dreaming as feet meet sod We sway in syncopated motion as the breaking waves of the angry ocean. the rythmic march not yet complete our rythmic march not yet complete. Hidden in the grassy peace we search the hillsides and see no beast but waiting is the ancient fright we fail to see Him cloaked in Night With our fate so sorely missed we come to reaalize far too late We sway in syncopated motion as the breaking waves of the angry ocean At last our rythmic march complete the rythmic march complete. |
Clover. I like the syncopated feel of this one. I think as a whole the piece is strong. The second stanza, though, is not clicking for me. It seems very awkwardly punctuated and the last line of it seems to have been thrown on as an after thought instead of as a natural growth of the poem. Maybe I'm reading that part wrong. Aside from that, yeah. A strong piece.| Posted on 2007-04-14 00:00:00 | by DavidHirt | [ Reply to This ] | |