Lost Prophecy

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Poem By: AngelaSteele
Poetry

Tags: profit, prophecy, night, story

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Submitted: May 16, 2008 Reads: 32 Comments: 3 Likes: 1

It's a gold branch on the floor, broken in half,
Or a stain across on the creases of a silk glove.

It's the fabric, tattered by the strong winds
With the wolves howling at night, lost in their cries.

It's a light made from the moon in an open night sky,
And it falls, shattering like thousands of sparkling crystals.

It's the profit, silenced by all that surrounds him,
A story kept away, forever buried in this land.

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Comments:

stephhlebreton

I still can't believe that you're only fourteen and writting this beautifully. Hell at fourteen I wasn't this good! lol, Obviously this all means that I really enjoyed this poem! I am and always will be a huge fan of yours my dear! Never stop!
Steph(:

Posted: May 18, 2008

Author Comment:

haha :) Thanks!

XBrokenHeartedX

Great poem Angela. You used fabulous metaphors, and it really created startling but amazing imagery. I saw a lot through your poem, and it made the poem in itself much better. Great job:D!

Posted: May 24, 2008

Author Comment:

Ha! I'm glad :) Thanks for commenting, I appreciate it :)

Prizemoney0135

Itz like ur saying, if we keep acting with g.w., the light we have, right now, will fall. If dat isnt it, then i dont get diz poem either.
And wat steph said, itz shocking dat ur 14, and u make poemz like diz!!!
(Sorry bought diz 1,2 with not understanding.)

Posted: Jun 12, 2008