I flew through the sky,
My spirits high,
I glanced at my rider,
We fly like a hunting spider.
I took to the ground,
And finally found,
A fiery crystal,
But was neally shot by a pistol.
They trudged through the mud,
Wanting blood,
They held up the pistol,
They said 'Give us the crystal.'
I leaped at the head,
The others fled,
But nocking me down,
Like a furious clown.
He was about to shoot,
But he got kicked by my riders boot,
We grabbed the crystal and leapt,
We did a Thessolian Roll and wept.
As you can guess,
Oh bless,
I am the last of the pegasi,
Like the stuff from Sci-Fi.
I am full of braveness,
But sometime feel lifeless,
Now I must fly,
With Col who thinks he's Popeye.
Author notes
By Maximum
A contest entry
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Comments
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Great sci-fi piece. Thank you for entering the contest, good luck.
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whisper
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Amazing...
See you in the finals!
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that was cute its very intersting if you ask me werid but very good keep it up please i would like to read more from you
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Cool
Wow
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