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Dying Fantasy
written by cryptic_misery08:10 PM 8/29/04With the power of light
On a dark, stormy night
The witches will stir their brew in the bright
Standing next to the grave
Too late; cannot save
The wizards will cast a spell that you'll crave
From night until dawn you wonder
Who is asleep and slumber?
Laying on the river bed you ponder
Look now, over there
Yet you search everywhere
For the dragons who decide who is weak and unfair
The door has closed
And the fairies have arose
Watch as they flutter and strike such a pose
The ocean is deep
And the caves are steep
There lies such a mysterious world underneath
Tattered and torn
The whole place is scorn
As the place was destroyed in the morn
Now all is gone
There'll be no more dawn
Erased everything this world's ever drawn
Dying soon..
That poor cresent moon
Everything shall be gone by the hour of noon |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
don't ask i'm just relaly fucking bored =\ No i don't smoke pot, so stop thinking I do! I'M JUST BORED *shows baring teeth* RAR =P
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| » Comments / Feedback | by dreamofthescythe (8-29-2004 - 08:36 PM)
| Really like the title and good rhymes |
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