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Careful With That Axe, Pichu!
December 8th, 2006, 01:04 PM
I decided to write another poem, expressing my grief upon the icy weather reaching over here.

Algid mornings

Who stood wide awake at dawn
And beheld a silent fright,
Thus walked dim, ambiguous ways
To not vanish in the maze.

Frigid, broken corridors
Leading to the hands of steel.
Turned aside the dusty shelves
Around ancient sights, themselves.

Blackening the lonely path
Running then, to find the warm,
And as others lay and daze,
First of sunlight sparkles blaze.

Finally, the seaplant shrine
Treasuring the sacred means
It stood cold until that day,
But the winter made its way.

Now the rod of fiery flames
Grazed against a cardboard box
And thrown with heavy iron will
Flares will now the tunnel fill.

And that is how little Jimmy set fire in the chimney.

bna_li
December 14th, 2006, 05:21 AM
Wow. Deep and lots of big words. I like it.