Thoughts in a cloud above the Catskills

Member since 2004 · Posted 24 Feb 2004 · 2 comments

Time to cry my fairytale to rest Dreams of skywriting seems To me so flat at that I jest The words of Saints in blackened ivory braille Fate in the clouds of late Which infer my words with a gale Once more a crown of lightness does forsake Grace and narrow embrace That atone my own vicious ache

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[8] Shuushin 24-Feb-04/7:53 AM Reply

Flows quite well in an older-world way.

[7] richa 24-Feb-04/8:45 AM Reply

OK I quite like triple rhyme, just a few things dont track.

You are crying... why do you jest.

Blackened ivory -- ivory is a cream colour, why would you blacken it, especially for use as braille.

The final verse.