Post by camoens on Feb 20, 2008 2:14:18 GMT -5
No one likes to be depressed, so I'll post some following the theme of the wild; Nature has always intrigued me and found its way into pieces of my writing, so here is a short one.
Giant mountains that break the sky
And Harbor clouds around their throne.
That seem to soar to heavens high,
And Capture winds, to Claim their own.
You see them In the early light
As they meet the brilliant dawn.
They are Sentries of the star gemmed night;
The Harbingers of hallowed song.
They dare all to compete with them;
To try and match their might and glory,
And cast men down, who aren't their kin,
Who seek only their name in story.
They are the ones that beckon me,
To pen down their intrepid grandeur.
They are the ones I long to see,
That dare my dreams with silent candor!
Giant mountains that break the sky
And Harbor clouds around their throne.
That seem to soar to heavens high,
And Capture winds, to Claim their own.
You see them In the early light
As they meet the brilliant dawn.
They are Sentries of the star gemmed night;
The Harbingers of hallowed song.
They dare all to compete with them;
To try and match their might and glory,
And cast men down, who aren't their kin,
Who seek only their name in story.
They are the ones that beckon me,
To pen down their intrepid grandeur.
They are the ones I long to see,
That dare my dreams with silent candor!