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Light radiates the dark times,
And darkness laughs as fear it mimes,
All part of one great master-plan,
Back and forward that boy ran,
A puppet of those far higher,
Round and round to escape the fire,
Alas, too late!,
The boy at last knew his fate,
To die this day, In this place,
This was a truth he could not face,
How could I tip the scales once more?,
Like he had done years before,
He jumped with glee,
He thought, I will again be free!,
He jumped,
His weight seemingly dumped,
In one almighty bound he cleared the flames,
He stopped the powers evil games,
But, said his father, one last task,
What is it that you ask?,
To tip the scales, win back whats at a loss,
So once again, the boy and the powers paths would cross,
This day or another?,
This child, his mother, or perhaps one other?,
One thing was for sure,
This family was done for!
And...cut
And darkness laughs as fear it mimes,
All part of one great master-plan,
Back and forward that boy ran,
A puppet of those far higher,
Round and round to escape the fire,
Alas, too late!,
The boy at last knew his fate,
To die this day, In this place,
This was a truth he could not face,
How could I tip the scales once more?,
Like he had done years before,
He jumped with glee,
He thought, I will again be free!,
He jumped,
His weight seemingly dumped,
In one almighty bound he cleared the flames,
He stopped the powers evil games,
But, said his father, one last task,
What is it that you ask?,
To tip the scales, win back whats at a loss,
So once again, the boy and the powers paths would cross,
This day or another?,
This child, his mother, or perhaps one other?,
One thing was for sure,
This family was done for!
And...cut
Hmm. It seems from the responses that this is quite good but I'm not greatly into poems so I didn't really enjoy it.
Sorry an' all that :(
Sorry an' all that :(
Aye, indeed.
Poems are always a nice change. + when they're good, of course.
Poems are always a nice change. + when they're good, of course.
I liked that, very nice :-)
:)
Nice rhymes.
Light radiates the dark times,
And darkness laughs as fear it mimes,
All part of one great master-plan,
Back and forward that boy ran,
A puppet of those far higher,
Round and round to escape the fire,
Alas, too late!,
The boy at last knew his fate,
To die this day, In this place,
This was a truth he could not face,
How could I tip the scales once more?,
Like he had done years before,
He jumped with glee,
He thought, I will again be free!,
He jumped,
His weight seemingly dumped,
In one almighty bound he cleared the flames,
He stopped the powers evil games,
But, said his father, one last task,
What is it that you ask?,
To tip the scales, win back whats at a loss,
So once again, the boy and the powers paths would cross,
This day or another?,
This child, his mother, or perhaps one other?,
One thing was for sure,
This family was done for!
And...cut
And darkness laughs as fear it mimes,
All part of one great master-plan,
Back and forward that boy ran,
A puppet of those far higher,
Round and round to escape the fire,
Alas, too late!,
The boy at last knew his fate,
To die this day, In this place,
This was a truth he could not face,
How could I tip the scales once more?,
Like he had done years before,
He jumped with glee,
He thought, I will again be free!,
He jumped,
His weight seemingly dumped,
In one almighty bound he cleared the flames,
He stopped the powers evil games,
But, said his father, one last task,
What is it that you ask?,
To tip the scales, win back whats at a loss,
So once again, the boy and the powers paths would cross,
This day or another?,
This child, his mother, or perhaps one other?,
One thing was for sure,
This family was done for!
And...cut