Never born with wings to fly
Picked by fate we fall
Acolytes of destiny's
Icarine conviction
...
The shadow sword of night descends upon the field of day.
The windswept crystal halls of light like shattered prisms lay.
To pulse awhile with bleeding fire as the evening seeps away.
The fiery buckler of the sun makes way before the ranks of gloom.
...
Lurk beneath the burning gloom.
Stalk the stricken day.
Scent the nightshade's flaring bloom.
Breathe the vapors gold and gray.
...
Attended an English grammar school from age eight to eleven. Liberal arts degree and registered nurse. I served in the US Special forces and the Peace Corps.)
Icarus Is Alive In Freefall
Never born with wings to fly
Picked by fate we fall
Acolytes of destiny's
Icarine conviction
Daredevils devoted
Plunging through the void
Spreadeagled sacrifice
Crashing crucifixion.
Fallen angels dream they fly
This folly we will share
Spare us savior parachute
Lest you fail to function
Pluck us gently from the air
Bring us down to earth
Ecstasy's survivors
Preserved in extreme unction.
I like the Icarus poem myself but the other poem I submitted has not showed up yet in my poem list. I may have to enter it again.