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When the coldness of virtue cuts August 5, 2007

Posted by vsap in Poetry, Uncategorized.
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When the coldness of virtue cuts

like Excalibur into its mythical stone

and the wagon gets mired in muddy ruts

before its rusty wheels can moan

the blue moon will rise full and bright

piercing the dimness of passing clouds

but does nothing to illuminate the night

screaming in muted voice not loud

and instead begs for what it never receives

and seeks what it can never uncover

then like a jilted lover it leaves

forsaking its need to hover

When the coldness of virtue slices

like Excalibur into its mythical rock

it will be called upon to do it twice

since it has been made of ethereal stock

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1. janetleigh - August 6, 2007

I found this thought-provoking; with very interesting images. 🙂


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