So, on this one, I am going to add a little more than the cut/paste comment I have added to the other poems I posted.
I want it understood what I was going for here, in this poem. I know it has a lot of run ons; I'm the first to point them out in other's work, my work, anyone's work.
I usually hate them.
But this poem was meant to be like this. If you didn't understand this already, punctuation, especially in poetry, can give a different feeling and tone to the work. With something that runs on, it causes you to read it faster, and blends everything into a blur. Frantic.
So, please don't pick on the punctuation. It's purposeful.
Now, for the cut/paste:
I will be posting the same comment for each poem, so that those that have not read any others still get the benefit of the comment. So here it is:
I don't claim to be a poet. But I figure if I can't post artwork (cause, even though I do have some to post, its either a)not anthro b)good, but not enough to get me to post on this site cause I am intimidated, or c)can't get my husband to show me how to use the scanner, and get it to the laptop that shares some files with our main computer (I'm not technically minded).
In any case, again, I figure I can at least post poems, of which I do have, can type, etc...
Since most people do not wish to click on "download" to read someone's stuff, I will also be typing it here, in the description, to give quicker, not need to download, access. They're all pretty short poems anyway, so it's cool. (this particular one is the longest)
End to an Epic

Frustratingly dark thoughts of a crimson end to an endless cycle decided before time was time and their feet ever set down on this plane for the first time in a long series of times. Determined by two people, to defy the Gods their plans of lineage and convention. A robbery of one path, not so much stolen as diverted for an undefined length of time, diverted to flow and follow another's path, one whos path had been planned, but also altered to include the stolen's.
Together, through time, they flowed, against all currents. With deep desires and strong wills they succeeded in a relenting by the Gods involved, who bowed before such strength of will and changed the current's flow to go with the two instead of against them.
And yet, in this cycle, here on the plane they escape to to enjoy each other's company, they forget and question the original impulse that drove them to defy their very creators those many lifetimes ago. In this questioning, their collective will falters, and their creators draw an inward breath, wondering if the time has finally come that the two paths, once diverted against all odds, would be put back theway they were intended, and the two to forever go their separate ways. For never before were two beings, created by two such separate pantheons, ever so successful at defying their creators as these two, who through so many millennia held each other above all else.