Ariya
06-11-2008, 08:30 PM
This is an older poem. I was cleaning up my room and I found one of my notebooks from school and started flipping through it and found this. I wrote it during French Class when we were watching Sleeping Beauty. Enjoy :3
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Pale face upturned,
white with powder--
dusty as if never touched.
Lost in a sea of black hair:
the moon in a lonely sky.
Unaware of all the failed attempts,
bright stars snatched from the sky.
Entombed within the tower.
Enclosed within her sleep.
And how much longer
till the brightest star burns
through the darkness of her fate?
Till the gentlest action,
the sweetest passion,
destroys the curse belain by hate?
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Pale face upturned,
white with powder--
dusty as if never touched.
Lost in a sea of black hair:
the moon in a lonely sky.
Unaware of all the failed attempts,
bright stars snatched from the sky.
Entombed within the tower.
Enclosed within her sleep.
And how much longer
till the brightest star burns
through the darkness of her fate?
Till the gentlest action,
the sweetest passion,
destroys the curse belain by hate?