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Hallowed Ground


Author: crimson echo
ASL Info:    21 M U.S. of A
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Words: 184
Class/Type: Poetry /Dark
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Another one from the aftermath of Macarthe, probably a prequel or sequel to similar poems not yet posted.

"Hgio daephraim chreia galgalduir agn."
And their tears would fall, forever cast in stone.


Hallowed Ground



I call it, simply, nothing: this way I’ve come to know
We say we can’t be broken; this was not ever so
I see but chill, if lovely, forms, and yet I seek the day.
Though pain would play as power, still the cold won’t fade away.

I march upon the end of time; I cannot turn around
Though frosted pinions gather, casting silver on the ground
though all advice should lead away, my choice is but a part.
I guard what in another time would be a living heart.

Though time and tide befall this place, though wind should wear away
Infernal dust and all that is, eternal in its way
though time and tide advance or flee, though days yet come and go—
Still yet I stand within this place, and still the winters blow.

Consider but ceramic guards, and suffer yet to start
To win these winding, empty ways, and drive them once apart
if all that is should come again, and break this fallen town,
I falter not nor crumble, for I stand on hallowed ground.




Submitted on 2007-09-24 12:13:16     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  I'm not one to leave exceptionally short comments, but sometimes less is more. Well done in both form and content! Sharon
| Posted on 2007-09-24 00:00:00 | by Peggy Paris | [ Reply to This ]
  I march upon the end of time; I cannot turn around
Though frosted pinions gather, casting silver on the ground
though all advice should lead away, my choice is but a part.
I guard what in another time would be a living heart.


This is so epic. I could totally hear someone reading this as two armies march towards each other to certain death. It is insane. I don't really know what kind of comments you wanted, so this is what I have for you.
| Posted on 2007-09-24 00:00:00 | by Secrets Unheard | [ Reply to This ]


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