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Four
Oct 19, 2009 6:12:35 GMT -5
Post by Veros on Oct 19, 2009 6:12:35 GMT -5
Behinds the great and powerful facade of normalcy this problem arises, A force so great that both happiness and pain erupt forth from it. What is this force but the count of four and it's power to rule, The power to persuade someone to do something different, One which they might normally not ever even attempt to. Oh, the strength of the four is beyond understanding, For that which they hold in their hands knowing not, Is the ability to control beyond that of reason, Something that is scarcely understood, By it's very nature it is almighty, Unbearable and peaceful, Perfect in every way, Unavoidable. And yet... Here it is inside, Insisting to grow up, To take over and harm all, All that it touches all that it sees, But yet, it wants to see itself with one. Just one of the count, but nothing is set right, So confused it remains counting back and forward, Trying to make the best possible choice but the pull to each... The pull is so great it can't even stand to make the choice on it's own. Only one of the four can persuade it to their side yet none try to do so ever.
Do they know? Who knows. Do they care? If only, that was known. Do they feel? Only they know.
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Four
Nov 21, 2009 19:28:22 GMT -5
Post by Silva on Nov 21, 2009 19:28:22 GMT -5
Interesting form, the whole poem is sort of shaped like wings, so I kept getting this feeling like the four you're talking about here are angels or something.
The tone is good too, it sounds a little bit like epic verse. I still wonder what the actual meaning of "four" is though.
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