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Crimson Dawn

They said I’d never see the crimson dawn,
Yet in my heart is she, the crimson dawn.

They said I’d lose a duel with a god,
Yet fate has gifted me the crimson dawn.

I look upon the foe I used to love…
His drying blood could be the crimson dawn.

The loss is mine and there’s no turning back,
Alas, I cannot flee the crimson dawn.

I fall into the storm of the unknown,
At last, my hatred frees the crimson dawn.

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A ghazal written for Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge.

This form was hard. Excruciatingly hard. But yeah, this is what I managed to write. Excuse the weird rhythm.

Oh, and I tried, but I couldn’t find a way to insert my name into the last stanza. Just didn’t work. Anyway…

Feel free to comment!

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15 thoughts on “Crimson Dawn

  1. Fantastic.
    I wrote my first one for this prompt. Realized I did not follow the rule completely. Came back to read other posts and discovered yours and few others. Went back and corrected mine. Need to update.
    Following you.

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