When the old thrush knocks
On the old wood docks
And the sun shines down
On the old brown rocks
From the old blue sea
She’ll return to thee
Back to the hard ground
‘Neath the old oak tree
And then consummate
That deep, old hate
And suck out your soul
And seal your fate
Beware the thrush knock
On the old wood dock
When the sun shines down
For the dead shall walk
So know you can run
From the setting sun
But you cannot hide
From what you have done
A contest entry
- Tell Me a Prophecy by FallenAngel09.
450 points, ended June 13, 2007, 11 entries
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Comments
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Love the rhyme
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This is great! I enjoyed the rhyming very much. Refreshing last stanza -- well done! Good luck in the contest. Betsy
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perfectioned in rhyme! your a finalist!
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Thank you so much for your entry into my contest, your talent and hard work are very much appreciated. I like this, it has such a children's writer's kind of feel, a rhymning story that i love. It has a beat and a rhythm that I have rarely seen, and I applaud you. Great job and good luck in the contest.
Your Host,
Tiphanie
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