Aug 2013
a burning candle killed,
a funeral by the reflections
of a distinguished metallic gleam
of swords and bayonets.
street-lanterns burned longer,
minute to minute.
death,
a uprising so certain and inevitable,
entrenched every corner of man,
whose ranks were slowly drawing in.
the darkness emerged,
and man appeared to be asleep,
nothing but motionless,
an apparition to remain.
a funeral by the reflections
of a distinguished metallic gleam
of swords and bayonets.
street-lanterns burned longer,
minute to minute.
death,
a uprising so certain and inevitable,
entrenched every corner of man,
whose ranks were slowly drawing in.
the darkness emerged,
and man appeared to be asleep,
nothing but motionless,
an apparition to remain.
I found this poetry challenge and ripped out a page of a book, which happened to be Les Mis, and I highlighted words I liked and came up with this.
