When people are born – new stars appear,
When people die – they flicker out at sky
And disappear to gather forces for new shine
But when their sins make people proud,
It is disaster we shouldn’t fear,
Their stars fall down into wishing wells
To serve the kinder masters,
To break the spells
Imposed by Evil.
A contest entry
- Spark by zochit2me.
1375 points, ended June 12, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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Not sure I am getting this one...
I read it like 3 times and still not getting it.
The capital letters on each line are very distracting to me.
Thank you for entering and best of luck
Becky
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