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New things added from time to time . . .
WIN AN AWARD!
Thinking you might wanna link to my site? Download an award just for displaying your generous intentions! (Be sure the award links to my site, though!)
And, no--you don't have to go through any paperwork!
A TRAGIC POEM
A short piece of Phantom poetry I recently wrote: "Apollo
Forsaken." Note: This poem has a stroke of realism to it, so
I must warn you: it doesn't have a happy ending.
Apollo Forsaken Crouched below the azure sky As mortal chaos hovered high Above the dark Parisien scene -- A wavering world in between The sacred sky and solid earth. Scarcely fathoming her heart's worth, She halted not the words which burst Forth, filling her bewildred soul -- Chilling sensations she should scarcely know -- Before Heaven's burning gaze of fire. And softly crouched upon the Lyre His anxious heart would hence inspire New dreams of dread amidst the dark As torment played upon his heart Which suffered so to bear the pain -- The wretched wounds of love in vain And scarce would suffer to beat again. Cruel pensées played upon the seams Of hope which weaved quixotic dreams Of innocent, altruistic love -- Dreams shattered as he sat above The earthly souls who scarce would move From the realm of their reality -- Such simple minds still could not see The truth beyond the world below. The earth enveloped the sun's warm glow; So sank the fantasy he did know. Forsaken hopes; mistaken dreams Perished with those golden beams And hence his hopeful heart was slayn By solemn tales of Love betrayn. His echoes plead in mournful song; Still hoped her love had not yet gone -- Yet toward the earth, she thus had flown From the outstreached arms of Apollon. ~J.W., © July 22, 2000 (kinda scribbled the poem down in a couple hours-- sorry if it ain't up to par! :)
