And then I see her...
Lying in the pedestal,
A lovely singular figurine of beauty,
Her eyes attract the attention of every man abound in that temple.
But, I am the only man.
And then she sees me...
Waking up from the pedestal,
Her face changes into a monstrosity,
Her eyes loosening a fearsome havoc repelling every man abound in that temple.
Alas, I am the only man
Death, thy Victory...
7 comments:
Yeah baby, its a diamante and more.
You will see that the number of characters (including commas and spaces) are just the same of the first and last line of the poem.
So it is with the second and second last.
And so on with the third.
And this poem of yours is a masterpiece!
Good usage of repitition and the antisense between beauty and monstrosity.
The Nameless One: Thank you.
*Bows, as only a High Elven Prince can*. Wasn't able to write my epic poem. Just this. Unfortunately.
Yes... antisense. You'll find the last line repeated in many forthcoming writings.
Write epic poem. Period.
brilliant
PP cannot find any original way of expressing her admiration. But be assured that she is desperately trying.
That's Death for you. Terrifying, overwhelming, and in a way so beautiful that it almost takes your breath away.
My salutes, Poet.
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