Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Emily's Poetry - The Hollow Knight
Robed in gilded armor on a throne of flames,
He penetrates the brooding darkness to slay my sorrow,
But then in haste with dread of shame,
He fades into a cloud of sullen tomorrows.
To pay tribute to an honor not due,
And penance not owed,
Without a glimpse of pleasure you flew,
To bless the walls of hollow gold.
Her need for escape and fertile imagination fuels daydreams, drawings, and poetry. How far she escapes into her imagination to counteract the effects of a grueling past is crucial to her future. Emily learned at a young age to use her imagination to create the world that matches her spirit. Will she learn to temper this as she matures? Will reality live up to her imagination?