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A very grand entrance into Interland.
I like the way the words trickled into each other.

I really enjoyed that one Hailey.
Angel of torn wings and floating feathers
The bird whose life was ripped down
From emerald expanse
By the enraptured claws and silvered eyes
Of the cat delicately preening her whiskers


great stanza
 
this is really good,
i like the intricateness within it;
yet simple in its plea...

thanks for sharing
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Innocence is the tongue of ambition..
bacchus~*
 
You were heavensent in the crossfire
Liquid waiting to pool into pure gold
To hold me up and show my hands
The way through brittled fields
Of excavated souls and clean white bones
Your heart was mine
And never once did I have to ask

Angel of torn wings and floating feathers
The bird whose life was ripped down
From emerald expanse
By the enraptured claws and silvered eyes
Of the cat delicately preening her whiskers

You caught me, it's that which
Makes me stand still
You caught me after they killed you
After I used these same hands to slaughter
Your prayers and bury
Every wretched piece of your last ragged breath

Did you hear me crying in the night?
Hear me lamenting the soft ashes of your burning pyre?
Did you make me realize?
Your skies scorch my soul
So blank without your every last feather
Fallen and gone back to dust

But yet you are in the frost crystallizing
Upon my cold heart, forming intricate patterns
Out of the ugliness I have left behind.
 
thanks for sharing hailey, very powerful

You were heavensent in the crossfire
Liquid waiting to pool into pure gold
To hold me up and show my hands
The way through brittled fields
Of excavated souls and clean white bones
Your heart was mine
And never once did I have to ask
 
Originally posted by Hailey:


Angel of torn wings and floating feathers
The bird whose life was ripped down
From emerald expanse
By the enraptured claws and silvered eyes
Of the cat delicately preening her whiskers


Very very nice. I love the theme within it, the word choice. *sigh* Wonderful. Please continue to post here
 
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