DEATH
i can feel the stark eyes of death,
on me,from above and underneath,
smell its stinking guttural breath,
stalking me with calculated stealth.
its black eyes so dark and cruel,
challenge me to stand and duel,
its voice,full of unadulterated cruel,
fill me with the sheer dread of its arrival.
for miles i have run out of fear,
but it grows ever swifter and nearer,
and my legs have begun to tire,
so,i slowly turn to face the fire...
its pupils,dark and bloody red,
blaring like beacons,fill me with dread,
my brain tells me that im surely dead,
but my heart urges me to forge ahead.
so,though my stomachs filled with lead,
i turn round to face the beast instead,
"you cant take me,sucker!!" i said,
its bloody mouth parts slowly"you are dead";
for two long hours we battle,
axes break,grimy spears rattle,
the clash of spears,the sound of metal,
filled the bloody air,until,
i,filled with courage out of the blue,
put my middle up,said,"**** you!!!"
and at him,with great wrath flew,
and attacked,from where he never knew,
so,i,with weapons though a few,
armed with pride and a heart so true
gave the beast all it was due,
until its body,bloody and grotesque,
faded into the night,so i won through,
so i lived,if only to die another day,
but die without a fight,no way!!!
2006-08-16
09:53:11
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22 answers
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asked by
Saketh M
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