Mavros, the first dweller of this earth, lone Warrior born from the fires of chaos, scarred, Burned by lava rock, his meteor eyes shoneWith crushing intelligence, footed for war,
But love survives beneath a tattered veil When clarity of thought softens the mind. Where does the true gem of compassion hide? a great poem indeed. tony
You have a brilliant way with words, a real eorddmith.
An indictment on our war torn world. Is this blighted landscape where we're heading? I like the note of hope at the end. A great series! ng
Your poems make me imagine a world full of dragons...creepy
Your closing composition is beautiful. But love survives beneath a tattered veil When clarity of thought softens the mind And oft one thinks perhaps to no avail; Where does the true germ of compassion hide Replicating itself beneath the monolith of time?
If i have understood well your poem...you talked about the beginning eith mavros...and the way you used the fire and lava is ecplicit.
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