Thieves: poem

A Poem By Elizabeth Anne // 10/19/2012

This is a poem I wrote sort of about my story, Thieves, hence the title. :) Unfortunately, I have not been able to finish any more of the story recently, so that will have to wait until my next post (hopefully).

Open the skies,
Pour down the rain,
Burn up the sun
With the power of their pain.

Can they be heard,
Above the cries?
Can they be seen,
Above the skies?

The city cries,
Burning with hunger,
Filled with disgust
For the cause of their hunger.

Can they be heard,
Above the cries?
Can they be seen,
Floating through the skies?

Thieves
On the wings of dragons
So high
In the sky
Flying by
Going to try
And do right.

Comments

I love, love LOVE this!! No,

I love, love LOVE this!! No, I've FALLEN in-love with this! How on earth do you to the rhythm like that...

Maddi | Sat, 10/20/2012

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh

Thanks! I'm glad you like

Thanks! I'm glad you like this so much.

Elizabeth Anne | Sat, 10/20/2012

See him with his books:
Tree beside the brooks,
Drinking at the root
Till the branch bear fruit.
See him with his pen:
Written line, and then,
Better thought preferred,
Deep from in the Word.
~John Piper

The rhythm is so good.

The rhythm is so good.

Lucy Anne | Mon, 10/22/2012

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Oh, this is cool. I'd love it

Oh, this is cool. I'd love it to play on a soundtrack while I read the story!

Anna | Sat, 11/10/2012

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

Thanks! Maybe I'll try to

Thanks!

Maybe I'll try to turn it into a song for you.

Elizabeth Anne | Wed, 11/21/2012

See him with his books:
Tree beside the brooks,
Drinking at the root
Till the branch bear fruit.
See him with his pen:
Written line, and then,
Better thought preferred,
Deep from in the Word.
~John Piper

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