Description: Whoa, it's like, freeverse, but with a scheme. I don't know how this came about, I found it in my journal, pretty messy and crooked over the page. Don't know when I wrote it. Tell me what you think.
Blood of the Sun -------------------------------------------
Many moons will drift and die,
Like grains in an hourglass are livid and lie,
In the audience- glazed and immortal,
Of queens and poorer mass,
Any who've enough to own the hourglass.
And the deprived are controlled by the sun and the stars.
Though in truth they may be the wiser.
For no clock like Big Ben is as bright as a cloudless night with shots of wolf silver in the sky.
And nothing feels better than velvet impurities bathed in the blood of the sun.
I agree with Todd. This was an interesting piece and it had somewhat of its own tone and rythm. I liked "wolf silver in the sky." That was pretty cool sounding and I liked saying it to myself over and over. Dont be offended if you see that saying in one of my pieces soon to come. It was short and sweet. Original an kind. Thanks for this write and hopefully we will see you again sometime in the future. Take care
I fail to see the shceme in this one. I agree with Todd. And I add that this seem to have no direction. You used great imagery and your word chose was great, but it made no sense to me. Overall, this was good.