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The Craft Of Desperation by ~SewnSymphonies:iconSewnSymphonies:



I ran through the bitter cold of the night,
My lungs given strength from my boundless fright.
Through trees, over every obsticle,
Begging, praying for any miricle.
The sound of only my breath drove my heart,
The darkness seemed cruel, ever so harsh.
I looked ahead as a great Owl toke flight,
He flew beside me, and mustered a great cry.
I ran faster than ever; my soul inspired.
My body, and mind being set on fire.
Th great Owl departed with a final howl,
And the night collapsed over me with a sinister prowl.
I cleared the final fence, scaring my hand,
A petty wound to such a desperate man.
As I ran across the deck of planke wood,
The ship departed, just as it should.
I caught a glimpse of you for to short a time,
You ofcorse looked away, loyal to your crime.
I stood and watched, unable to react,
And stared at the ship, perplexed in my craft.
Already I was waiting for you return,
But I knew it would never happen, just as you had sworn.
Still i remained, crying no more than a single tear,
Unable to except I had lost, what I held so dear.
The great Owl returned, following your ship,
I smiled slitley, knowing I was bound for a trip.
I toke to speed once again,
Alonge the coast, following my new friend.
I thought I will have you back,
I'll do whatever it takes, repress any attack.
I knew in my heart this was my mission,
Sent my an Owl, a sort of vission.
I still loved you, I will never regret,
I want to be by your side, able to fret,
For you, Always...
I'l Never Forget.
©2008-2009 ~SewnSymphonies
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Author's Comments

This was the better of the two old poems I found in those hidden papers...
I really like it...
idk
P.S
theres a bit of visual aid to the poem in presenting the charcters running
....
This was unplanned
XD

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i got goosebumps....

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lol
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