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Yes.... indeed, the wolfie Kid is not amused..... so I'd better do something to entertain myself.... hmmm.... how about a poem? Haven't done one of them in a while.... okay, this may go wrong as I'm making it up on the spot, but I'll give it a go....
I stand alone, the breeze drifitng by,
Like some silent witness in my mind,
The grains of blood red grit and sand,
Slowly draining from my hand.
Behind me, nothing but open space,
Beside me, nothing but raging waves,
But before me, clearly in the beach,
Lonely footsteps made by lonely feet.
Who is this loner who walked so soft?
Is it a mortal, or some lost God?
Their path marked forever in this land,
Lying, untouched in the sand.
Silently, with respect like none before,
I slowly reached out and touch the floor,
Where this lone figure once did tread,
Upon this empty beach so red.
A flash of light, the heat returns,
I awake as my body starts to burn,
I quickly switch on the light,
Trying to cease my dreamy fright.
I tried to remember what I'd seen,
Upon that sandy, stormy scene,
But the memories had gone astray,
Like sand grains in my fist.....
They slipped away.
My hands hurt.... burning_eyes
 Wolfie Kid · Mon Jun 04, 2007 @ 09:09pm · 1 Comments |
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