Into the currents I am swept
As the fiery glory burns
into the battlefield.
I do not see, I do not hear
Only feel as you fall.
the grey eyes of a hawk I gazed.
The very hawk
that is not true;
But is a phoenix
perched upon a burning branch.
The burning branch of glory that shone in your eyes
as you fell.
Hark, I hear the angels sing
but why, when I don't believe in
such illusions of the Human heart?
But why, when the birds singing in my ear
saw fit for your decent?
I do not belong
in those pools of raging, burning eyes
inside of which a hawk that is the phoenix,
perches on a blazing, solitary branch
in your mind and mind
which, through some miracle of clumsiness
you have broken through on whim and wager.
I want to fall into a darkness slept
Caressed by you fire.
- Title: Fiery Glory
- Artist: Ziven S
- Description: This was a poem that I wrote to dedicate to a fanfiction that I liked. It was a Harry Potter fanfic. Because fanfiction is relative, this can apply to any couple or story, so I hope that you guys like ^^ I'm going to start to submit more of my things on here--at least the non explicit ones ^^
- Date: 02/27/2009
- Tags: fiery glory
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