Chaos and her

Fern
… and, chaos reigns with every pant of life
Thy kingdom torn. My kingdom never happened,
Nor, have my muse ‘ve been true,
Nor, have we fostered strife,
Nor I, loomed to attain my silver weapon,
To conquer her.

I know not of rules I we’ve challenged not,
I know not of chance we keptn’t fertile.
Yet, deep inside,
Gloom, impregnates my hut.
My heart, my mind, my soul, in quests exsertile,
To make her mine.

… and, chaos, is the rule, we all damned to confront,
Eternal wrong, exempt from our timespan. 
God died in the attempt
To get us all along,
His kingdom torn. We’ll see, if my will happen,
For I have known her.


© Copyright: Fern, 2004
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Sorry, Fern, in the line #4 shouldn't it be DOOMED instead of LOOMED?
I like your poem, and the last lines are just fine. Thanks a lot!

Лунная Фокс   16.10.2008 12:09   •   Заявить о нарушении
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Hey Foxy! Thank you for your comment! Nope, it is LOOMED and it meant to mean 'have never grown to the point of' :)

Best!

Fern   16.10.2008 16:03   Заявить о нарушении
Hey, look, I'm sorry, now I see your point of view. Great, as I have already said! May success attend you.
Sincerely yours,

Лунная Фокс   16.10.2008 16:41   Заявить о нарушении
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