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--Poem--
Written by: Aegean Guardian Juniper Dawyn
Date: Thursday, January 4th, 2001
Addressed to: Everyone
Okay, Im making up a poem on the spot, so dont laugh at me! -grin-
Remembering that day
The sky seemed endless, bright twinkling stars, a moon shone so pale.
The waters seemed to never part, fish jumping wildly, a wave crashing
upon the shore.
The land seemed silent, chrickets playing a song, a wolf howls in agony.
The wind seemed eerie, goosebumps creeping up your spine, a chill in the air.
The fire seemed ferocious, smoke rising in thick clouds, a flame dancing across
the shadows.
The forest seemed blackened, leafy boughs hiding light, a single beam radiating
in a clearing.
The animals seemed frightened, nature drowning in cries, a whisper against the
wind fighting to stay heard.
The people seemed saddened, tears of sorrow falling, a face reveals mourning.
The end seemed so near, clashing of metal scraping, a single drop of blood
shall remain.
Okay dont ask me what was up with my poem, I just felt like writing something,
and Im not in the poetry mood obviously hehe. Oh well I tried =)
-Juni Baby-
Penned by my hand on the 1st of Chronos, in the year 266 AF.
--Poem--
Written by: Aegean Guardian Juniper Dawyn
Date: Thursday, January 4th, 2001
Addressed to: Everyone
Okay, Im making up a poem on the spot, so dont laugh at me! -grin-
Remembering that day
The sky seemed endless, bright twinkling stars, a moon shone so pale.
The waters seemed to never part, fish jumping wildly, a wave crashing
upon the shore.
The land seemed silent, chrickets playing a song, a wolf howls in agony.
The wind seemed eerie, goosebumps creeping up your spine, a chill in the air.
The fire seemed ferocious, smoke rising in thick clouds, a flame dancing across
the shadows.
The forest seemed blackened, leafy boughs hiding light, a single beam radiating
in a clearing.
The animals seemed frightened, nature drowning in cries, a whisper against the
wind fighting to stay heard.
The people seemed saddened, tears of sorrow falling, a face reveals mourning.
The end seemed so near, clashing of metal scraping, a single drop of blood
shall remain.
Okay dont ask me what was up with my poem, I just felt like writing something,
and Im not in the poetry mood obviously hehe. Oh well I tried =)
-Juni Baby-
Penned by my hand on the 1st of Chronos, in the year 266 AF.