An agonizing pain has shot
A hole through my leg,
Pierced it cleanly through,
Like a knife and a pillow
Sheer terror
Is racing through me,
The war
Has begun!
Gather your weapons
My friends,
The chief has commanded,
I grab my bow
We wait silently,
Hearing gun shots in the air,
And during that moment
We wait, as still as the sun
The chief shouts, "Fire"!
We shoot in second time
I'll never forget
The day we won that battle
YOU ARE READING
constantly blooming.
Poetry'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
