The angel beats its wings
The thrum, thrum, thrum,
Sounding of bells in the wind.
And when the demon
Bellows it’s war cry;
The bells ring louder
As to comfort the beast.
And through the cries
And the tolling of bells
A union of sound is made;
A bond between creatures born.
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Author:
Rael (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is the first poem I've written seriously. I always understood poetry as something that had to rhyme, or be akin to works like Milk and Honey. Poetry frustrated me. Once I discovered that poetry is what the writer makes of it, I decided to write something. Fighting with your internal struggles can be difficult. I've fought a long time with how I view myself and my weaknesses. Finding the strength to make peace with yourself is incredibly rewarding. Though, who knows. Maybe I'm just being a tad dramatic.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
The color of this poem is Pantone 4308 TPX, or #b6cada.
Cacophony is one of my favorite words. Props.
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