Tuesday, May 29, 2012

The Raging Theme

How they rise up and down, almost afraid,
Never standing still in a peaceful glade.
How loud and brazen, thunderous appeal
That racks and shakes the house with zeal;
Yet from the faintest depths of my soul
I hear no sound, and I am not made whole.
Now for a chase, and a building high pitch
That weaves itself in and out of a ditch;
But music cannot be free to express
What it seeks to compliment, as a dress
Cannot stand for the woman who wears it
Rather adds to her feature's of charm, wit.
How it sounds my core, and rattles my cage,
But it never fills the whole made from rage.

           The Raging Theme, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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