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2quiet
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That Virtuous Voice
Hey guys, so I've written a two (so far) part piece, originally just to see if I could write something good without it rhyming. I guess I'm fairly happy with it, but by myself I'm a fairly small sample group, so just looking to share If you feel like telling me what you think, by all means do so, and thank you!
Oh, and yes, there are a fair few allusions in it.
That Virtuous Voice, Part I
Needles to pierce and leave their mark, to be seen
Each day in sinking sight, were in the end unneeded;
Given over to the power of self, which speaks so
Against the taking up of steel, or of poison, or so too,
Tying that knot at the edge of reason (an edge so
Inviting in the night) which whilst so close, so near,
Vivid, and alive, remains beyond the plane of nature.
Entrenchéd, that voice weaves its tones of warning,
Resonating where it waits: in the soul - in the very
Ether of consciousness, whence comes to us those
Sensibilities of normal dialect, so opposed to that evil
Parlance of Belial, who calls forth those at the edge
Of reason, beckoning from afar and clouded in that
Night, as to appear his centre of Heav’n, for whom
Supplication and service are giv’n over so dearly, yet
Incentive to commit to, exceeds all else.
But, though here lies this voice, with such strength to
Impel, were it that, here, strength be a wearied Virtue,
Lethargic in the face of fate; the future thick, it thought?
Inevitability accommodates his duty kindly; his will set
Towards the same end as fate’s - but nature’s plane sits
Yonder little longer: what thence be, known only thence.
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May 10th, 2010 12:40 PM |
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2quiet
Junior Member
Gender: Location: Australia |
That Virtuous Voice, Part II
O apparition! His mind’s oasis t’ward which he runs,
Bent on that restful end. A Fool’s errand, and yet it
Leers, that desert lake so bright. But come he thence,
In heartfelt faith, to see his splendour plainly sands,
Gushing without mercy t’ward dim horizon: absolute,
And so condemned, never to arrive. From vantage
There comes this distrust: whether from, or merely
In accordance with, his duty, so he acts – to harken;
Obey that virtuous voice.
Now, thrice gifted elixir (ingredients enough to make
Thrice a poison’d chalice), that Virtue’s called to rise
Or be for ever fall’n. But where his frame’d been so
Keen to leave that abject posture, in which it laid
Enfeebled same in time as his vanquished Prince,
Enervated, more, remained his soul, having found
Paradise lost. From that infernal depth comes same
Lethargy as kept him higher side of that grim edge
Inviting; hence though, to raise up cup to thirsty lips,
Vital as it be, in ushering nature from her final claim.
Indicted then of adoring that dark conqueror,
Need be to ask: will thou strength be ’nough to
Guard against sloth; to fulfil self’s first obligation?
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May 10th, 2010 12:42 PM |
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