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by One Eye'd Jack » Tue Oct 09, 2007 2:05 am
Wow... everyones work is so impressive, I'm humbled. I used to DO this stuff. Music; Lyrics; poems and the like.
I want to contribute to all your great entries but somehow... and BELIEVE me this is difficult to admit, ..... There's just..... NOTHING! I don't know what to think of myself anymore.
I can contribute this.....
It's only "Halloweeny" in that the piece is about a girl who is facing the gallows as a witch. It's from my 'Blue Rose Suite'. It was written way back in the last century!!!! And as far as I can recall, it's the last thing I was really proud of writing. It's called....
THE HANGING OF ANNAZALDA
She did not struggle.
She did not protest,
This innocent flower,
Facing death like a guest
In a fleeting moment,
Amidst the zealous din
Her eyes did meet mine,
And I saw all she held within:
A life of wonder and beauty.
A life of gentle pride.
A life that had been ready,
To stretch Its arms open wide.
Now, poised at the gallows
Her face was not long.
She simply wore a tender smile
Then forever, was she gone.