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The slave.

Discussion in 'Creative Archive' started by Crabmeat, Oct 12, 2005.

  1. Posted it over at P-school months ago now I bestow the powers of Pikachu upon Pokecharms.


    A short poem.


    X marks the spot of another grave leaving this world a masterless slave.

    Can't break the chains the bind him, can't leave this world behind him.

    He's stuck here with no escape he had his chance now it's too late.

    His dreaming plagued by nightmares a shadow in his mind.

    Searching for something, for a light he cannot find.

    Fear is the guard that block his path, no way forward and no way back.

    Stoney eyes as cold as ice see only death there is no life.

    He walks and stumbles but never falls every day down the same dark halls.

    A fleeting light brings new hope but it's just the eyes of a passing ghost.
     

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