Then
on that day mankind reached their accord,
that
day when no-one suffered, no-one died
by
gun or knife, no-one by bomb or sword,
there
were no angry words and no-one cried.
It
was a day of magic and all four
corners
of this three-world globe were blessed
while
mercy tempered justice in the law,
the
dawning sun rose slowly in the west.
From http://www.napowrimo.net/ :
"And now for our daily prompt (optional as always). I’ve found this one rather useful in trying to ‘surprise’ myself into writing something I wouldn’t have come up with otherwise. Today, I’d like you to take one of the following statements of something impossible, and then write a poem in which the impossible thing happens:
The sun can’t rise in the west."
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