Tomb Raider

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The Mutt
The Mutt
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The rime of ancient winters seals his eyes,
immune to beauty’s light, embracing gloom,
a skin of ice around his still heart lies,
and stony silence fills his frozen tomb.

And like a vine upon a rocky shelf,
with brown-edged leaves that droop and curl from thirst,
his soil is stone, he feeds upon himself
and passes days alone, apart, accursed.

But then there comes a rumble in the stones,
a knife of sunlight rips the cryptic dark,
the warm, wet heat of life bestirs his bones,
the breath of love ignites a glowing spark.

And eyes, once grey as death, now flash bright blue,
to gaze upon his savior, lover, you.

The Mutt
The Mutt
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twelveoonetwelveooneover 19 years ago
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Ok, I do like this line, alot, I will probably steal it someday forgetting where it came from.

"and passes days alone, apart, accursed."

Well done, the only criticism, I would have is it looks like it was written in another century, and thus vaguely over familiar. "Tomb Raider" nice touch, would not have minded something startling in this.

WickedEveWickedEveover 19 years ago
wow

It's hard to believe a mutt is such a great writer. ;)

flyguy69flyguy69over 19 years ago
Awww!

Very touching, Mutt! Nice rhymes, not cloying. I think you could do more with the image of his lover; build upon the sunlight knife or the savior theme. I like the former better.

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