kindred

spinning and twirling,
slicing and hurling.

the death of an enemy,
an impatient foe,
the sword in the back,
being thrust to and fro'
people falling all around,
the blood and bodies litter the ground,
but yet there was a man,
a harlequin,
the last of this colourful kin,
dressed so smartly,
his life has ended sharply,
thats what you think.

This man dances a dance,
the dance of death,
as long as he dances,
as long as he prances,
death will not follow,
for him and his kin.

A contest entry

My favorite poem!!! by Lola Green. 530 points, ended November 23, 2007, 51 entries
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Lola Green
November 22, 2007
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Thank you for your entry!
Good luck with the contest!

♠Lola♠
FrenchLaceKitten
November 18, 2007

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as long as he dances then the maid shall dance with him...for she loves to dance with the Joker

i was right, your writing is better than mine

xxx
harlequin shadow
November 18, 2007
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awesome
for some reason that i can't think of
i just love this so much
Dancing-Jester
November 18, 2007
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good