I'm resubmitting this poem, as it got no views when I submitted it as a reply.
A stairway to a greater place,
Amidst the night so brightly shines.
Its ornate steps, a purple lace,
Climb to the sky in fragile lines.
Within the night's most dark intents,
The staircase breaks the gloomy dim.
It curls, entwines, escapes and bends,
Providing light, it
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Good news: I do like this; it holds its atmosphere well and there's something about the rhythm that brings to (my) mind "She Walks In Beauty..."
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Just curious because i'd like to avoid using it!
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"...Entwines, escapes..." are pretty words where they are, and feel like they belong there, but they bother me because I can see everything, that is being described, except that. 'Entwines' makes sense to me, but the fact that it's followed by 'escapes' made me stop and wonder who or what is escaping. The staircase? The girl? But the words around it are about the staircase. Unless, of course, you mean 'escapes' as a noun, and not a verb, but then it is smack in the middle of the others, so I'm not sure about that.
Anyway, I likes it a lot. :)
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