Psimon Posted April 16, 2003 Report Share Posted April 16, 2003 Lumière d'un enfant (Light from a child) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It is safe and warm here in my tower but outside only a fool would tread quickly. Savagery, barely contained by the leash of possibility rages against the stars The intensity of the flashes blinds me but only for a few moments then my sight is restored until the next exposion of light A storm such as this could take a single life or many or destroy hearth and home, farm or town turning stone to powder and timber to ash I am aghast and agape as I stare into the endless void of the night. A small tot, a lad of few summers, has stolen freedom from his crib or cot The boy delights in the fury of the maelstrom, rejoices in the brutality of the tempest. He skips, he jumps and laughs outrageously throughout his infantile gambling. In a flash of light and loud explosion he is gone from my view and I wonder was he ever there or perhaps just the product of my overworked imagination, yes? Where have you gone, my Child of the Storm? Where do you frolick now, little one? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted April 17, 2003 Report Share Posted April 17, 2003 I like this!!! Aghast and agape. heh. Good use of words in my opinion. You brought a definite feel to this. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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