Chapter 1 - Enamored Wings
Submitted April 19, 2005 Updated April 19, 2005 Status Incomplete | This was a poem I wrote while staring at the moon, don't ask me why. Just read it.
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Chapter 1 - Enamored Wings
Chapter 1 - Enamored Wings
Enamored Wings
In the midnight sky,
With wings a glide,
The red feathers stream,
As if gravity itself is no longer existing,
And not even the world’s vice will put me in free fall.
A winged wolf is what I am,
So let nothing impend my progress through this Adriatic night.
The moon is calling…
And I am falling…
For there is no air in space.
In the midnight sky,
With wings a glide,
The red feathers stream,
As if gravity itself is no longer existing,
And not even the world’s vice will put me in free fall.
A winged wolf is what I am,
So let nothing impend my progress through this Adriatic night.
The moon is calling…
And I am falling…
For there is no air in space.
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SaintRosette on August 22, 2005, 2:59:50 AM
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Kamikaze on April 20, 2005, 12:51:54 PM
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Yea aint it though. That moon was friggin bright that night, it must of fried my brain or something. I shoulda wore shades or something. *grins*
Okies. I'm done. Lol.