Gunshots echo off forest trees,
As my rope snags against a branch.
The fire scent drifts with the breeze,
as I run from the scorched ranch.
My blood boils; pounding hard,
as the others fall to the ground.
And as their bodies lie; forever scarred,
they die without a sound.
In the dark the vulchers cry,
the water whispers prayers.
The moon shines, winds sigh,
angels cry their cares.
The night they lost, I won my place;
amidst the peaceful world.
My hell got grace,
loves warm embrace,
the heavens came unfurled.
And far away; amongst the sea,
I will always belong to me.
Though never will I forget the fight,
I gave to roam free.
Author notes
MUSTANG
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A contest entry
- Roaming free by angels of the night.
575 points, ended July 15, 2008, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is a very outstaindin POEM!! love it! good luck in my contest
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I liked the lines
'the water whispers prayers.
The moon shines, winds sigh,
angels cry their cares'
I will never forget the fight, what it meant to pay the price to roam free! Great penning! Glad you finally finished the poem. Godo luck to you in the contest! ~Sie
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