Treasure Island

Captain Cur

(England)

Dawn's Rebellious Incitation


I am born in praise, bold galactic pulsing rhythms,
my spirits charge uphold the stellar spheres positions.
Singing songs of the Universal One's beginning
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem heralds 'The Road to Perdition' series of fallen angels
The Road to Perdition
The Road to Perdition, Michael, Verse II
The Road to Perdition, Quilted Wings, Verse III
Dawn's Rebellious Incitation

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  • Diane Hine (3/20/2013 4:05:00 AM)

    The adventures and misfortunes of a curious angel who was tempted to visit Earth concludes here with a fabulous explanation of what lured her down. (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (3/17/2013 5:04:00 PM)

    A beautiful poem. Woman, Gaia, giver of love and life, a mother, a partner to humanity a beauteous rarity in a lonely existence. (Report) Reply

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