| Supernatural Poetry posted May 19, 2008 |
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a minute poem
Beneath a Crescent Moon
by AlvinTEthington
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I cry beneath a crescent moon; It's coming soon-- Impending doom; On me it looms. Take this away, oh God, I pray. My feet are clay. Insanity has tempted me. Amidst the cold, dark, deadly night I feel such fright. Foul demons take My soul to break. |
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The requirements for this type of poem are strict iambic meter, a syllabic count of 8,4,4,4 in three quatrains, and an aabb ccdd eeff rhyming scheme. Note that there is a difference in the ending consonant sounds of the a and b rhyme, so it is not a strict rhyme.
Feet of clay--Daniel 2: 31-33; contemporary meaning is "to have a fatal weakness."
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and 2 member cents. Feet of clay--Daniel 2: 31-33; contemporary meaning is "to have a fatal weakness."
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