The wild (a poem)

[sanguinariun]

Blood stains the dirt,

 

 

 

people come in fine but leave hurt.

 

 

 

A smell of fresh flesh,

 

 

 

whirls by me.

 

 

 

I hide behind the nearest tree.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I hear a weap,

 

 

 

and then a cry.

 

 

 

I look around,

 

 

 

I see a young boy about to die.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

His head is gashed,

 

 

 

his eyes are red,

 

 

 

he has a cut across his head.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I pick him up just in time,

 

 

 

because here comes a team of nine.

 

 

 

I fight off three,

 

 

 

then four.

 

 

 

I don't have the food to kill anymore.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I run South,

 

 

 

Towards the edge of the wild.

 

 

 

My left arm my sword,

 

 

 

my right arm the child.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Im getting tired,

 

 

 

short on energy.

 

 

 

I stop behind a big oak tree.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I had a decision to make,

 

 

 

and that I did.

 

 

 

I put down my sword,

 

 

 

and I ran with the kid.

[dragoncmd]

I like it, welcome to the forums.

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This is not really me but

 

 

 

Search is your friend

 

 

 

Please try to use the thread for poems as poems are useally short, where as longer poems shouls be stand alone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I like the poem but the ryhmes are not that great. still its good for the first post.

[dragoncmd]

oh theres an official poem thread now? I'll have to check it out.