You fight
At night
Awake
To take
Their life
A knife
To cut
Their gut
They bleed
Indeed
Their blood
A flood
A thrill
To kill
Some one
For fun
Their fear
Sincere
They die
And cry
So kill
With skill
And fight
With might
A contest entry
- Murder by Blossom.
350 points, ended May 3, 2007, 20 entries
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Comments
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Awesome.
Love the constant rhyme. Powerful, too.

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good witty poem well done

