Just a ditty for Aaron's challenge

A hamper of riddles

I'll bring something back from the past,
This thing all things devours,
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers,
Gnaws iron, binds steel,
Turns hard stone to meal,
Slays kings, ruins town,
And beats high mountains,

Now my turn,
You made me,
I am your hope and your blame,
You once danced up and down me,
I was your influence, until you went away,
And then the influence changed,
You don't me anymore, and you call me enemy,
But once you'd loved me as you decendents do now,
Maybe you will remember, and I will be here,
Maybe we can compromise and become one again,
After all, you made me,
You grew, played, learned and loved on me,
Who am I?
Who am I?

The dancer moves without a trace,

Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2006-09-20 at 05:10

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Amanda K
That was musical an unexpected.

All the best,

lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
hi there Saga this is a very cleverly worded text and so strong in its flow well done rgds mike

Kathy Lockhart
well i have a couple of ideas...but i am not saying on here. Don't want to influence in any way anyone else's thinking. Got my mind spinnin' :)

Caila Ihle
i like this alot...makes me think :)