Our swords cross
The sparks fly
One of us is going to die
I parry his stab
And go for my own
And feel my blade hit bone
His blood on my hand
His life draining out
I hear some one shout
I pull out my blade
And wipe the blood clean
Hope you don't think I am mean
He killed little kids
Got plenty of money
Sold people for bids
This man was an incarnation of evil itself
That is what he would have said about myself
Truth is he stole my business you see
So now you can only get killed by me.
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Written May 13th, 2006
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very interesting. very good rhyming. great job.
~Alya -
Interesting. I like the little twist at the end...(i also like going ...). from what I've seen so far, you are a very good writer. keep up the good work, man. I'll try to keep up.
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Hey Shadow. ^ _ ^ I love your writing style. I really liked this new poem. Keep it up. Once again it was an amazing write. Really it was. So don't ever stop you see, for I love it so.
Take care.
~Jazz
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hehe I liked the ending I thought the person was a hero for a minute. Great job
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