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The ancient tune’s a’calling me Away to where so few have gone. I run to join that joyful dance With the knowledge that it’s where I belong – But how I long to share the light and love with you, To laugh and cry at all the beauty here, And to race you to the…
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I come before You humbly As the candle flickers low With all my imperfections In this land of frozen snow. Insanity arising As we play the ageless war – I come before You humbly As the ancients did before. You Whose heart is endless, You of stained glass crystal mind Who pens the…
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Birth – meant for convenience and enslavement Life – valueless, pitiable Death – merely hours away Sunlight – a strange word in a foreign language Torture – a way of life Bone – what you hear scrape against the floor Blade – to puncture and prod Smiles – to mock and degrade Festival…
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Fleeting shadows, wisps of darkness Arrested breath Illusion? Flashing beacons, wings so bright Racing mind Confusion. Scarlet portals, sinister gaze Rising fear Delusion? Light is darkness, darkness – light? Woven webs Corruption. “Nothing to fear. Do as thou wilt.” Questionable fantasy Propagation? Angelic sonnets turned to sneers Devilish growls Deception!…
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Fairyland whispers Essence of faith Another time gently beckons The thoughts of Gods swiftly move Heaven’s answers, so elusive Eagerly awaiting response Requiring a leap of faith Signs that we are not alone Poetry Copyright © 2017 – 2023 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved. Photographer: unknown
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The rushing waves of fury Broken hearts left in his wake That old deception endlessly beguiling the fool From the time of the first sun He has sown his bitter seed Recklessly clawing, boldly rampaging The paradise of innocent breed Now revealed to the few who gather The light shines boldly on his morbid throne…
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I rise to go further than ever before To feel wind in my hair, shake the dust from my feet I rise to learn wisdom from stories of old Cultivate strength with a body made free I rise to hear songs of the old ones who know To study the past and divine what’s…
Ena Whiteraven 