Pretty Poi

[Revolte]

Sweet sounds of victory illuminate the night
when the angelic fury marches to fight
-the never ending battle of dark and light.

Her heart of gold whispers to all of the land
“Be brave in the darkness, I'll lend you my hand”
and given to all is the hope we demand.

That fire she holds is loved like revolt
but stronger then love and greater then gold
it's the flame of the future, the torch of the soul.

There's a place in this war not seen by the man
where Pretty Poi watches and comforts the damned,
where strength is exquisite and broken legs stand.

If I had one hope, one wish, one dream
I'd give to her back all she's given to me,
I owe her this much, and more in the least.

Not just that I love her, that word's common use
but I'd give her my trust, with a heart beat and bruised,
and silently watch while that battered heart grew.

You see, this girl, she's not like the rest
she's stronger and wiser, and to me she's the best,
there's a golden clock ticking in Pretty Poi's chest.

So one day I'll hold her, and I'll look in her eyes
and forget all my past, the hurt and the lies,
and kiss her wise lips, and forget all my drives.

[hillwalker]

This is good - and shows a maturity that was perhaps missing from some of your earlier work (not that the naieveity was necessarily a bad thing). You seem to have harnessed the rhyme and metre this time and used it to your advantage.

Welcome back, H

[Revolte]

Thanks hill, yeah it's the first thing i've been able to write in a long time lol.

[Sampson]

i like this man... the line "there's a golden clock ticking in Pretty Poi's chest" is remarkable... that'll stick with me for a while i think!

[Bar22do]

this is a successful come back, revolte! it looks as your N has found a perfect love! how very good! keep telling us more... love - Bar