I know it's not proffesional but's it's good right?
Title: Chariot Race Poem
I wait anxiously and nervously for the brutal race to begin
I start to feel impatient, as time grows shorter and shorter
My mind has turned completely blank and frozen
I see the spectators staring at all the chariot riders and me
The sun was getting hotter and blinding my eyes,
The horses were restless and rearing to go,
Then suddenly the sound of trumpets pierced the air
And the race is on
Yelling and screaming my mind is numb
Round and round in circles we go
Chariots behind me chariots in front
Mayhem everywhere controlling the race
Eight teams that started, now five only left
Will I make it or will I join the three?
I urge on my horses to give their best
But today it is not going to be
And suddenly it’s over, but not as I hoped
My horses are beaten, though we are not last
The spoils to the winner, at least for today
Next time we’ll be there, first.
2007-12-09
21:28:43
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