As I sit here in shadowed silver
the ghost's of many ancients call me
echoes of yesterday whilst in the dawn of today
can they know my heart
or to what am I to them
that my soul belongs to their keeping-
I am one but hast arisen
from the depths of many memories
I shall not be afraid anymore
go now into my destiny
fear not the walk of the immortals
they call me home
I will go now into
immaculate conception.
you poem is beautiful and haunting. i love thent you chose your words the way you do. i love rennesaince poetry and your reflects that you read it too. i look forward to reading more of your work. kudos! Jen Capaldi
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Angel, a good work! ! ! I smell an archaic dust in your writing... the olden times belong your poetry.... a special style... I liked it fear not the walk of the immortals--> my best line