the clouds conceal your flying flames,
the archers are ready, they take their aim,
and heaven is angry, shouts and screams,
silver bullets through comets unseen.
o valiant night, swallow the light,
roil the beasts and hear the song,
life is short but lightning long,
so sleep with the owls
and listen to frogs.
2 comments:
O: the imagery in this one is reeeally cool. kudos, monsieur.
you threw me for a loop at the end there, and i love it! (it = the whole poem, not just the loop, or the loop in particular, and you have no idea what i mean by loop do you?)
lightning is long... how poetical.
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