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Splintering echoes as the mirror falls,
A voice only dissonance enthrall'd.
But what ends the willow tree?
Spring, and flowers, forever be.
Fell but a single ember's rain,
And here, chaos, is what became.
It splits the flesh but saves the bone,
It will surely break with time and tone.
All undone!
Shattered sun.
Gone, the heavens,
Left for none.
Moment's come,
Hasten, hun!
Swiftly depart,
Leave the son.
Go, now run!
Fear no shun.
Escape this night,
The day is won.
Fell but a single,
Shattered sun.
Swift we depart,
The mirror falls.
Spring and flowers forever be,
It will surely break with time and tone.
Save the bone,
Escape this night.
Splintering echoes:
“All undone!”
“All undone!”
Leave the son,
Save the bone.
What ends the willow-tree?
The day is won.
And here, chaos.
It splits the flesh,
Go, now run!
Your moment has come.
Gone, the heavens,
Hasten, hun!
Fear no shun.
What became?
A voice only dissonance entertain'd,
This soft, pattering,
Ember's rain.
"All undone!"
Silenced
This shattered sun.
A voice only dissonance enthrall'd.
But what ends the willow tree?
Spring, and flowers, forever be.
Fell but a single ember's rain,
And here, chaos, is what became.
It splits the flesh but saves the bone,
It will surely break with time and tone.
All undone!
Shattered sun.
Gone, the heavens,
Left for none.
Moment's come,
Hasten, hun!
Swiftly depart,
Leave the son.
Go, now run!
Fear no shun.
Escape this night,
The day is won.
Fell but a single,
Shattered sun.
Swift we depart,
The mirror falls.
Spring and flowers forever be,
It will surely break with time and tone.
Save the bone,
Escape this night.
Splintering echoes:
“All undone!”
“All undone!”
Leave the son,
Save the bone.
What ends the willow-tree?
The day is won.
And here, chaos.
It splits the flesh,
Go, now run!
Your moment has come.
Gone, the heavens,
Hasten, hun!
Fear no shun.
What became?
A voice only dissonance entertain'd,
This soft, pattering,
Ember's rain.
"All undone!"
Silenced
This shattered sun.
A sort of attempt at making a poetic fugue, as I said in my journal. I guess it works, but this was pretty fun to make.
It says fixed, but that's because it's a sort-of-form. I took bits and pieces out and places them elsewhere for the final five stanzas. Most bits were used only once more, aside from the 'themes' of "All undone!" and "shattered sun"
For any music-people out there, the three (3,3,4,3ish) stanzas are my little homage to Beethoven's Grosse Fugue.
Anyways, thanks for reading. I've behind on ready all of your poems and stuff. Got over 100 poems stacked up, heh. But enough of this. I have to go to sleep.
As always, open to critique and/or comments/interpretation. Throw 'em at me!
It says fixed, but that's because it's a sort-of-form. I took bits and pieces out and places them elsewhere for the final five stanzas. Most bits were used only once more, aside from the 'themes' of "All undone!" and "shattered sun"
For any music-people out there, the three (3,3,4,3ish) stanzas are my little homage to Beethoven's Grosse Fugue.
Anyways, thanks for reading. I've behind on ready all of your poems and stuff. Got over 100 poems stacked up, heh. But enough of this. I have to go to sleep.
As always, open to critique and/or comments/interpretation. Throw 'em at me!
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I like the wordplay a lot.
Interpretation? I dunno. I thought about a family of wizards leaving their home 'cause some sort of disaster was about to kill them and destroy their little house. They lived in a small cabin on the top of a small mountain near a dark forest. A willow stood near their little house. Red sky, cold air, fire somewhere and evil threatening even the smallest creatures.
Interpretation? I dunno. I thought about a family of wizards leaving their home 'cause some sort of disaster was about to kill them and destroy their little house. They lived in a small cabin on the top of a small mountain near a dark forest. A willow stood near their little house. Red sky, cold air, fire somewhere and evil threatening even the smallest creatures.