Post by Ceuseri on Aug 17, 2006 11:16:04 GMT -5
Okay, I have this little sister who adors bedtime stories, and I made up one about an angel called Oronia, who had died as a girl and wandered the world. If someone was near death, or wanted to die, she take their hands and carry them to the skies. I wrote a poem for her about it aswell, so I guess I should psot it here.
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I know it isn't very good, but it's one of my best. ^^
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Her eyes, her wings, her expression; dead
Her bleeding feet too tired to tread
Perched atop a mountains peak
Sealed mouth, forbidden speech
Her hands clutched round her dying dove
Netted gaze and frozen love
Streams of tears, shuddered grief
Weight of hope, snow on leaf
Lays her head down, waits for the night
Slips out of life, loses the fight
Still holding her bird in a curtain of hair
As slowly she rises into groping air
Showers of dreams fall as tears from her eyes
Moans of loneliness, soothing of cries
She wanders the world, hunts down the lost
Healing their hearts at such little cost
To grasp the child's hand anf float up to the end
Oronia will find those with sadness to spend
Her bleeding feet too tired to tread
Perched atop a mountains peak
Sealed mouth, forbidden speech
Her hands clutched round her dying dove
Netted gaze and frozen love
Streams of tears, shuddered grief
Weight of hope, snow on leaf
Lays her head down, waits for the night
Slips out of life, loses the fight
Still holding her bird in a curtain of hair
As slowly she rises into groping air
Showers of dreams fall as tears from her eyes
Moans of loneliness, soothing of cries
She wanders the world, hunts down the lost
Healing their hearts at such little cost
To grasp the child's hand anf float up to the end
Oronia will find those with sadness to spend
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I know it isn't very good, but it's one of my best. ^^
