As we dance,
Through dark, dry greenland.
As we pray upon each other,
With the flickers of life.
Who will be victorious.
As the more agile opponent,
Comes from no were,
Has the power, to turn the world to frown,
The underdog in the war,
fragile, weak and gloomful.
The powerful, strong, striking.
Power grabs life and sacrifices it,
To create new life,
The viral rage,
Will destroy any opponent.
However who would of known.
The dance went on for centuries.
Nights and days of dry greenland,
Covered in the blood of the innocent.
Shadows come and go in no time.
One minute the strong was winning.
Then the patience and calmness of the agile opponent.
Would later.
Be found to win.
Author notes
arghhhhhhhhh ITS REALLY BAD IT DIDNT COME OUT RIGHT its suppose to be about forest fires and water and fire fighting over dominance of the life.
A contest entry
- Say Goodbye to Blue Rew with gifts of FIRE~~~WATER by Blue Rew.
4650 points, ended June 6, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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This has strength and focus that
combines to give a fascinating metaphor.
I honestly enjoyed it and feel if anything,
it really only needs a tiny bit of tweaking.
Be happy with your work...I know I am smiling
from the read and the talent given. Blue
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Excellent write sweetie!! I love how you made the war a metaphor for forest fires and water... beautifully done!!
And yayy you're writing again
Luv ya!
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