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Flashing sword of boundless light Piercing through the skull of night Life and Death will dance tonight Waltzes timed to thunder’s might Summer’s rose and Winter’s bite Love ascends to greatest height Power and weakness, shadow and bright Vision and blindness both unite The sacred-profane, the passive fight The destitute-rich, the widening sight The ignorant-literate,…
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Novel Update Fellow writers, beware! The publishing world, like all other industries these days, is riddled with con artists. Even if an agency or publisher doesn’t set out to scam writers in the beginning, it often turns into a scam later on. I’ve already received a warning and am on my guard. As I continue…
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Sing me long! Sing me high! Joyous seas! Burning tide! Leave me rolling – Leave me free! Waves of light, rapturous seas! The joyful coming, the joyful going – Racing light and secret black – Always leaving and arriving – Reflection shows you what you lack – Highest light of crescent waning –…
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Healing from the blow of death Ever striving, ever growing All the world in it can rest Rising from the dust beneath us Taller than the highest tree Greater beauty is hard to find. Poetry Copyright © 2017 – 2023 by Ena Whiteraven All Rights Reserved. Image posted to Universal Souls on Tumblr.…
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A light sits in the labyrinth Of delicate shape and simple mind, Flickering in its endless dance, The gem of eternity fair. Its walls are high, The sky a steel gray – Twist. Turn. Forward. Back. Corners. Curves. A place to rest. A place to hide. A place of joy precedes a place of…
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Hail and fire, winds and dust Tremble before You Depths of oceans, peaks of mountains Submit to You Lions and doves, dragons and men Bow before You Day and evening, evening and day Ruled by You. Evergreen and boxwood, lapis and gold Abundant for You Hymns and legends, poetry and art They praise You Eyes…
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I looked into the largest sea And saw myself looking back at me. I gazed into the ocean deep And saw my body fast asleep. But as I watched the ocean’s tide, I glimpsed a darkness still alive. The challenge drew me to the past, To ugly thoughts revealed at last. I passed through an…
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Stand atop a mountain Death and peril far below And feel the inner calling Of the fire and the snow. Stand atop a mountain Lodged betwixt the war and peace And see the inner beauty Of the angel and the beast. Stand atop a mountain Beat the drum and stare ahead And feel the inner…
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The Chosen One beloved by all appears with open hands – On the Anniversary Of Death, against the midnight blue. Such a simple magic lantern show! It’s designer is a twisted mind. Thousands come on bended knee, But by the numbers – Is it true? The merchant comes with gold and silver – “Here is…
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Ena Whiteraven 