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The Return of Earth To the Devout

Squadron assembled Trojans and droids Three sisters their target Null to void Atmosphere entered Red to grey glow As we near earths terrain Red rivers flow Cities on fire Civilisation of pyres No daylight sensed Extinguished, by these darkened pariah's The droids report back These sisters three In New York spotted Near the Statue of Liberty The decision is made To take them out To salvage the earth Return to the devout Kestrel fighters With missiles primed Head to the target Mission define On contact of hit The heads explode Filled with the souls Of past earths abode It has to take The souls of the free To rid these pariahs For all eternity In formation swoop Waves of three Triangular pincer Missiles release The first to fall Kristy Krull Two direct hits This devout cull Ale-era the Apocalypse From the freedom torch falls All three strike home Liberty Island calls Illyanna The darkened leader Whom the sisters follow Pariah feeder In Central Park Her power failing Kestrels strike The darkened flailing The last entity In blackened spew Illyanna Downed by the souls so true It took many many years For the deathly red to fade For the earth to return To it's previous glade From the Jungles of Jupiter A cry was heard Mother earth is dying Devout is our word http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy4.php

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 9/6/2009 5:27:00 AM
Oh my James you rhyme divine I just adored both parts and the story is great easy to follow from one too two :) the three sisters lead the way .. Love and thanks for your comments on my poems its nice to know people get some enjoyment out of them just one read is enough .. Jayne x x
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Date: 9/2/2009 5:58:00 PM
Mesmerizing, frightening and very powerful write, James! What a creative story! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 9/1/2009 6:04:00 PM
To have an imagination is one thing. To be able to allow others to visulise your message through the written word is an art. Congratulations artist.
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Date: 8/29/2009 4:13:00 PM
Recomment,...this really made me excited after reading part one ! Awesome job James !!! james
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Date: 8/29/2009 6:58:00 AM
I was sitting on the edge of my seat. James this is ~~~Magnificent~~~. Love, Carol
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Date: 8/29/2009 5:53:00 AM
I could see this as a vedio game james lol the imagery was astounding reminded me of ny getting hit again yikes loved your play on words here thanks for your kind comments also onmy work keep up the great writng
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Date: 8/28/2009 10:06:00 PM
WOW, James....... " The audience stands in uproar, clapping hands cause a thunderous beat, one you can almost sing to."...........AWESOME........:JP]
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Date: 8/28/2009 8:08:00 PM
what a fantastic journey James to what almost seems reality and no recover unless all put first our Lord ! Fantastic write my friend !! One thing about the Soup which I love,...the lot of souls here have faith !!! TY for your friendship !!!!!! james
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Date: 8/28/2009 6:07:00 PM
Thank you for taking us on this journey. Interesting perspective. I like the closing line. Thank you for your kind words on my poem. Keep on writing. Karen
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Date: 8/28/2009 4:53:00 PM
Very imaginative. Keep writing. Sara
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