Guest Psimon2001 Posted September 13, 2002 Report Posted September 13, 2002 Good grief! A piece of mine that has (some) rhythm and (some) rhyme... As ever, comments are not only welcome, they're expected Tornado ******* I am Tornado. I come when you call me I come whirling down at your cry I am Tornado. My surname is Whirlwind I come on black wings from the sky My sister, Lightning, in letters of splendour inscribes my name on the sky My brother, Thunder, reads the inscriptions announcing my name as I fly I shun the mansions, dens of the wealthy I roar overhead, on I fly I come for the low ones, they are the voice that calls me down from on high I am Tornado! I bring liberation Don't flee from me, children of earth I come for the people of poverty's nation I sweep down to bring them new birth My black velvet wings I wrap tightly round you I come rushing down at your cry No more thought of possessions, Tornado has found you I bear you up, free, to the sky
Gwaihir Posted September 14, 2002 Report Posted September 14, 2002 The worst of it isn't the being picked up, it's the being dropped down. I think that either Tornado's family is rather focused on him and his actions or Tornado must be a major egotist. Why do you say that he prefers to attack the poor? Regardless though, fun poem! I like. Tornado ******* I am Tornado. I come when you call me I come whirling down at your cry I am Tornado. My surname is Whirlwind I come on black wings from the sky My sister, Lightning, in letters of splendour inscribes my name on the sky My brother, Thunder, reads the inscriptions announcing my name as I fly I shun the mansions, dens of the wealthy I roar overhead, on I fly I come for the low ones, they are the voice that calls me down from on high I am Tornado! I bring liberation Don't flee from me, children of earth I come for the people of poverty's nation I sweep down to bring them new birth My black velvet wings I wrap tightly round you I come rushing down at your cry No more thought of possessions, Tornado has found you I bear you up, free, to the sky ---------- the question is always the same with a dragon: Will he talk to you or will he eat you. If you can be sure of his doing the former and not the latter why then you're a dragon lord"- Ursula le Guin
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