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OK folks, im back on a more regular schedule with this journal, and now ill show u a pretty long poem of mine, thsat I dont think is very good, but plz tell me your opinions.
The Fallen
Though close to none,
They are know to some,
They are the result,
Of when insanity has come.
They had always been,
‘Till they fell from grace,
The greatest of things,
And the saviors of our race.
Though their reign was promised,
And almost happened,
These gods of old,
Have now been flattened.
They were corrupted,
But not by one,
They went insane,
From the powers they won.
For when they defeated,
An evil primeval,
They were granted powers,
To prevent upheaval.
Ancient warriors,
And mages of past,
Their incredible strength,
Made them collapse.
The sorcerer’s minds,
Caved in on themselves,
And the warriors might,
Smothered itself.
They are now hidden,
Until they can heal,
But when the fallen come back,
We all must kneel.
 Cold All The Way Through · Sat Apr 07, 2007 @ 01:57pm · 4 Comments |
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