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Casting forth shadows across the floor
The figures confide their message to the door.
Their hooded cloaks catch the light,
As they pass out into the night.
Sombre silence grips them in reverence
Continuing on with no use of such a sense.
Their highly etiquetted pilgrimage pass
houses with warm figures behind the glass.
At last they reach their desired destination,
Taking up their given station.
They drop their bland and simple guise
Revealing painted faces and naked thighs
Seductively waiting for the men that they hex
With their beauty at the temple of paid sex.
©2006-2009 ~squeeziecheezie
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well this started off as a poem about mice and then moved on... hmm i seem to be getting quite into the whole poetry thing... how odd...

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:iconaiah:
That was one that made me :confused:...:nod: But it is well written and I think your painting language is good! :clap:
Oh...not that odd...;P It is a good way of twisting things around and examine them...and express them sometimes!

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:hexentanz: Take the day as it comes...
And if it don´t - Go fetch it...!!! :wow: :sprint:
*Mrs.Tachynon from T.P´s Jonny and the bomb*
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thank you! :hug:
I like to lead readers in one direction then completely change it round

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Out flew the web and floated wide
The mirror crack'd from side to side
"The curse is upon me!" cried
The lady of Shallot
:iconaiah:
Welcome! :D
That is a good wway of letting the reader use it´s mind...:nod: Keep it up!

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:hexentanz: Take the day as it comes...
And if it don´t - Go fetch it...!!! :wow: :sprint:
*Mrs.Tachynon from T.P´s Jonny and the bomb*
:iconetna-boogie:
Ohaha, nice imagery indeed. Not the ending I was expecting but kudos to you for surprising me. XD

Mucho :clap: for you and your poetry!

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My favorite artist! *3*
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yay! i wanted to try and confuse the reader with the ending, especially as i only changed it because i had to shout that someone was a "----ing whore" from across the library at the time and the idea kinda changed the poem from that line onwards

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Out flew the web and floated wide
The mirror crack'd from side to side
"The curse is upon me!" cried
The lady of Shallot
:icontizali:
nice work, you made it rhyme too, which is always impressive, though you may want to watch "reverence" and "sense", unless the half-rhyme there is intentional.

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The only difference between fiction and reality : fiction has to make sense :bookdiva:

:deviation: make someone's day!
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yeh i was hoping to get slight dischord from the rest of the poem, as i had just been talking about sound, or the lack of so i thought i would change the sound of the poem itself to reflect that

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Out flew the web and floated wide
The mirror crack'd from side to side
"The curse is upon me!" cried
The lady of Shallot

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