I'm posting this, my first Best poem, what I believe to be my oldest GOOD poem. It's been on these boards before, but with the readership I've currently accrued, I think it's ok to post some old stuff on here...and this is particular poem is sorta the grandaddy of all my other ones. I've never quite managed to write in this style again, and honestly, I haven't really tried.
Well, here it is, without much need for introduction....
The song of the StormCrow..."
This Crow Flies South
Storm is raging outside.
What is in the midst of it?
Who dares to fly?
It is the STORMCROW...
Child of Thunder, Brother to Lightning, A companion to the Winds...
See how he battles with the storm, flying straight into its heart.
How does he fly with such winds about him? How does he survive?
It is in his blood...For he must fly, Fly with his other-self, fly with the storm...
For to fly in the midst of the tempest is his Destiny.
Arashi no Tenshi, Blood of Ancient Storm, Master of black wings, Fly.
Kiss the Storm Maiden, embrace the bitter showers. Race the Clouds, touch the Stars,
And finally, Finally...Find Home.
The Song of the Stormcrow...Flight without Wings, Sight without Eyes, Tell all truth, Banish all Lies.
With your doubt, all is comfort
We are all as we appear
No more questions left unanswered
No more wonder, no more fear
Nothing is beauty, nothing's feeling
Blood where there once was a soul
So I ask you, prove yourself
Make me believe that you are whole