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[timberowl_angel]

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

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[redpeacock]

Ah. An amusing poem you've posted above. I'm one who prefers the poetry of olden times, though-- epic poetry, mostly.

When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end
The goddess descends from the sky
Wings of light and dark spread afar
She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting.

Loveless. Prolouge. An epic poem of my world.

[timberowl_angel]

That's very beautiful. It makes me want to read the rest.

[redpeacock]

Personally, I prefer it recited as all epic poetry should be. But reading does not make for a poor subsitute. Sometimes it is in the reading that some poems become more beautiful.

I shall then pick up from after the prolouge.

Act one.

Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take to the sky
Ripples form on the water’s surface
The wandering soul knows no rest.

Act two.

There is no hate, only joy
For you are beloved by the goddess
Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds

Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh

Act three.

My friend, do you fly away now?
To a world that abhors you and I?
All that awaits you is a somber morrow
No matter where the winds may blow

My friend, your desire
Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess

Even if the morrow is barren of promises
Nothing shall forestall my return

Act four.

My friend, the fates are cruel

[timberowl_angel]

You've memorized all of that?

[redpeacock]

(( OOC: Mun's note-- interstingly enough, that poem Rinoa posted above was the topic of our quiz in Literary Criticism a few hours ago |D ))

[timberowl_angel]

(( ooc: Haha! It was the topic of my English class before vacation started. XD; ))

[redpeacock]

(( ooc: Oh, Robert Frost |D I took up a whole ton of his poems last semester for American Literature. ))