The ashes of the cross wither
And conjoin with this earth
In the wake of such tragedy
As the fumes roll from the hearth
Where our ancients' dust lay
Another soul leaves us today...
A child of the burning...
Leaves behind a story of cruelty
Where the truth is yearning
To be set free...
In the essence of truth and darkness
Lies a forbidden tale of scorn
From the homelands they were torn
Now they are driven away from
Where they were taken to
To toil for 200 years...
Child of the burning...
Your story will never be forgotten
For those hundreds of children
Their story will never be forgotten
A very dark and intense poem. The idea of children burning is also very chilling. Imaginable, but chilling. Your structure and diction also influenced the poem to flow smoothly without necessary rhyme, which is amazing. Awesome poem! ^-^
good imagery and theme. is this a factual piece? either way its good. But your rythym falters a bit. in each stanza youre good until the last line. the whole flow is disrupted. personally i don't care because i prefer to write with freedom. but just pointing it out so you are aware and if you care to be aware. other than that, this was a little creepy...all those children burning.
Pretty good writing, Succubi! I also agree with the praise, in angelala's review. Clearly, you have managed to retain a true structure for this poem, without allowing it to restrict your choice of wording in any way. The imagery is strong enough, that it will linger in my mind, for a little longer...
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