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Array ( [sid] => 115421 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Lion [time] => 2006-02-26 01:32:22 [hometext] => Well .... this isnt one of my stronger poems.... But when I wrote it ... I had this vision, of all who live and die by the sword. I just hope I wrote it well enough so others could see the same vision I had. [bodytext] => Smoke fills the battle,
Sounds are of the blades in the night.
Death comes closer,
the zone comes to sight.
Eye's closed, visions are of home,
how lovely is thee.
His past, present,
and his bride to be.
Terrified, not knowing what the
next few moments will bring
Folding arms, become a cross,
for he knows, this is now the real thing.
Upon his shield,
The bird glides too the fiery perch
This is not the hollow ground of any church.
Gazing through the glare,
Many brothers of the horde.
Life takes a sigh,
Raises the blood worn sword.
Bravely they lurch, into hells domain.
Swiftly they fight, as foretold
In the story of Abel and Cain.
To be a champion is not his glory,
Bravery is the reward.
Now watching brothers fall, one by one
By the sword.
Moving gracefully,
His heart now that of ice.
Stumbling, the lion senses
The first slice.
He drops to his knees,
As one does when they kneel and pray.
This is a good day to die,
Angel Kings appear, so they may take him away
Opening his eyes one last time
the soul now is unconstrained to roam.
Beyond the horizon, a Kingdom lies,
Finally the journey home.
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The Lion

Contributed by Recyclebin on Sunday, 26th February 2006 @ 01:32:22 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

Smoke fills the battle,
Sounds are of the blades in the night.
Death comes closer,
the zone comes to sight.
Eye's closed, visions are of home,
how lovely is thee.
His past, present,
and his bride to be.
Terrified, not knowing what the
next few moments will bring
Folding arms, become a cross,
for he knows, this is now the real thing.
Upon his shield,
The bird glides too the fiery perch
This is not the hollow ground of any church.
Gazing through the glare,
Many brothers of the horde.
Life takes a sigh,
Raises the blood worn sword.
Bravely they lurch, into hells domain.
Swiftly they fight, as foretold
In the story of Abel and Cain.
To be a champion is not his glory,
Bravery is the reward.
Now watching brothers fall, one by one
By the sword.
Moving gracefully,
His heart now that of ice.
Stumbling, the lion senses
The first slice.
He drops to his knees,
As one does when they kneel and pray.
This is a good day to die,
Angel Kings appear, so they may take him away
Opening his eyes one last time
the soul now is unconstrained to roam.
Beyond the horizon, a Kingdom lies,
Finally the journey home.

Copyright © Recyclebin ... [ 2006-02-26 01:32:22]
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Re: The Lion (User Rating: 1 )
by twick on Sunday, 26th February 2006 @ 02:23:29 AM AEST
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reading it produced a fantastic image, good job.

Re: The Lion (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 26th February 2006 @ 02:30:55 AM AEST
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A work to be proud of. You should place this one high in the air. A very moving and visual stunning write!

Way to go!

- SCM

Re: The Lion (User Rating: 1 )
by NoSaint on Sunday, 26th February 2006 @ 08:25:28 AM AEST
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good imagery...took me into the battle

NS

Re: The Lion (User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on Sunday, 26th February 2006 @ 09:10:30 AM AEST
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well done, a good write

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