RdwllFrk13
05-16-2004, 10:34 PM
I made this poem and my teacher is like wow, but, teachers are like that
My Black Heart
With the wars brewing,
Wuth my only black heart,
I strode onto the fighting.
Strode into that part.
Alongside those men,
with each their evil past,
And my only black heart.
Our weapons we cast.
With the yelling, screaming.
With darkness of its own,
My black heart kept fighting.
Fighting, until blood shown.
With my only black heart.
My eyes, so red,
Blind from whom shot me,
Walking away, leaving me for dead.
Though through the pain felt,
from that evil dart,
Light shone through me for the first time.
Right through the hole, in my black heart.
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My Black Heart
With the wars brewing,
Wuth my only black heart,
I strode onto the fighting.
Strode into that part.
Alongside those men,
with each their evil past,
And my only black heart.
Our weapons we cast.
With the yelling, screaming.
With darkness of its own,
My black heart kept fighting.
Fighting, until blood shown.
With my only black heart.
My eyes, so red,
Blind from whom shot me,
Walking away, leaving me for dead.
Though through the pain felt,
from that evil dart,
Light shone through me for the first time.
Right through the hole, in my black heart.
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If you don't like it, rate it anyways