For Illuminati

by Grotesque Angel   Dec 30, 2005


Writer of the curseth word,
Yet not that which is obsurd,
Speaketh he of loving thou,
Yet I do not know how he feels now

Staring at the blank white page,
Staring for what seems an age,
Suddenly the ideas flow,
And now they don\'t seem to go

As you read each every word,
Flyeth by a pristine bird,
Only known by those who seek,
Crystal feathers, marble beak

*Crappy but hey I tried*

© Copyright 2005 By: Grotesque Angel

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  • 18 years ago

    by Wings Of Flames

    Wow you got matts respect
    he doesnt have much so it wont go far lol
    anyway
    i agree with suzie that it wasnt as good as your others but it was really good
    so too hard to explain
    anyway
    good work
    Emma

  • 18 years ago

    by Grotesque Angel

    You won the contest, and my respect.
    Thanks, I didnt know if you would like it or not.

  • 18 years ago

    by Lady Vengeance

    Actually i thought it was pretty good. i did find it of lesser quality than ur otehr poems, but hey, you can't really beat perfection. it was really graet though.

    always, Suzie

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