The Cycle

February 5, 2013
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Time pushes forward
to bring about new life.
Flowers blossom, leaves are reborn,
from the ashes of their killer.

And like a phoenix,
they rise again.

And soon the sun rises high,
placing beauty under its spotlight,
bearing witness to the birth
of perfection.

Yet as it can be created,
life is siphoned,
fueling its parasitic murderer
with each life claimed
by the merciless reaper.

And when the food is gone,
when those able resist its grasp,
it becomes weaker,
until it lays on its deathbed
among the remains of the slain.

And like a phoenix,
they rise again.

Only to suffer the darkest fate,
the coldest torture,
to suffer with siblings,
to join their mother,
as one.

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RarelyJaded This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 23, 2013 at 12:53 pm
This was amazing. The imagery was breathtaking! The only criticisms I have—and these are just nitpicking—is that when you say "reborn from the ashes of their killer" and reference the Phoenix right afterwards, it's kind of obvious. Readers aren't that dumb that they don't get what you mean:) so I think you could have transitioned different. You also write about change and time a lot, I think it would be cool if you picked a totally different subject! XD. Don't let these critiques be negative... (more »)
wiljan said...
Feb. 15, 2013 at 10:53 pm
Went to look for more work by this author... hope there is more to come...
Anorak replied...
Feb. 27, 2013 at 9:55 am
Thanks, I appreciate it!
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