Darryl (Daristotle) McMillan

Rookie (11/01/1984 / Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario Canada)

Celentia's Arena - Poem by Darryl (Daristotle) McMillan

The priestess stands high above her city
Holding a child to the skies so blessedly humble
She whispers said spell in her cryptic language
The baby stops crying as if touched by some spirit
Coeing the child is, And to become a solitary pillar of strength
A tear rolls down Celentia's face
A symbol of love paying homage to life
A raven flies to her shoulder with pride
Celentia is filled with joy as she recieves this gift
From her spirit guide telling her she has done right
She gazes upon her city and the silence of her people
Cloaked in the black nothingness of the night
The child is hidden from the eyes of judgement
Upon this night a hero is born
And Celentia shall find internal rest
Upon the cliff overlooking the town
And in this rest she shall regain her composure
A son must be born, Pathaetes too precious
To be travelling alone to the garden of life.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, September 17, 2010


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