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Published: 2007-11-14 21:02:13 +0000 UTC; Views: 78; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 2
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Through the misty fogOf time
Do I see
The pale blue swirls
Of future that
Lie before me,
Green streaks of
Present time
Flash past my eyes
And become the
Faint golden-red
Glimmer of past
Far off in the
Distance
What will be
In the times to come
Shall only be a
Memory in the eons
Of age;
Lines blur and
Fate is the only
Unknown,
Dwelling within
Trap doors
Awaiting the next victim
To come
I am the oracle,
I speak with the wind;
It whispers gently
In my ear
Of the ever-aging past,
The strangely hidden
Present,
And the fast
Approaching future,
Of lives thrown
Violently on the path
Towards destiny...
Comments: 6
AshleyLeopard [2007-11-16 05:01:42 +0000 UTC]
Very dream-like; it reminds me of the oracle in 300. If you had to write words to put to that scene, this would be it.
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catnipkitty In reply to AshleyLeopard [2007-11-17 19:47:55 +0000 UTC]
Thanks! It's funny that you should mention that, because when I wrote it and then read through it, that's what I thought of too!!
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Infrunitas [2007-11-15 12:37:37 +0000 UTC]
The second stanza "lines..." is tattooed to my mind. Splendid!
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grenedine [2007-11-15 05:44:45 +0000 UTC]
That's very beautiful! I like your use of color as imagery
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