What Goes Forth?

by Brooke Thompson   Mar 17, 2006


It cries to me, my wondrous delight,
It calls my name as the night sails past,
It cannot touch my mind, cannot pass my barrier.
What am I to do with it?
Must it torture me so?
I still my steel inside its soul, and finish it for good.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Jessica

    I found this interesting.. it was quite mysterious which was good and the flow works.. nice job! 4/5

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