Beast of White

by Wings Of Flames   Aug 20, 2006


Shifting mists through the sea,
Upon the beach whitest beast,
Snorting through the cold of night,
Where the tide shall never cease,

Hooves of black pound the sand,
And canters through the dark,
He only comes through midnight,
And leaves on sunshine's ark,

The power in his head,
That swings with his tail,
His mane flys through the sky,
Lifting then falling to the frail,

He calls with a whinney,
His head strikes the moon,
Forever searching for his home,
Waiting for the day he sees so soon,

Thoughts strike his head and heart,
So he flings his head in the air,
Pulls his tail between his legs,
And flys with wings of fair,

His legs gallop through the mist,
Across the ocean he grows wings,
He leaps into the dark of sky,
And the last is the song he sings.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Goran Rahim

    Another great poem by you, you have showed your wonderful job here as well. I like your word choices in this one, it is very greatly written.
    great job

  • 18 years ago

    by sarah

    Wow! that was reli gd and so sad! I reli liked it! keep it up!! ;)

  • 18 years ago

    by -The-Undying-

    He calls with a whinney,
    And the last is the song he sings.
    Aww that poem was almost sad. I loved it! It really cought my attention with the hole beast of white part. You are amazing and I think you should never ever stop writing!!!

  • 18 years ago

    by King of The Elements

    I like the nature element in it

  • 18 years ago

    by xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

    And the last is the song he sings.
    ((And the last what?))

    I really liked this poem...it was very different yet very interesting. I just got lost at the end...But otherwise nicely done...Though I'm sorry to say, it looks like you got downrated. =[

    xDarkSuicidex 5.5

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