In the serene arena
Lies the fair maiden's head
Eyes looking to a heaven
Only for she, is
Dead end, on end
Falling into place
The pistol fires
To begin this
Race away from the
Syrup sickly flowing
And from the deep abyss
It moves on never
Slowing to crescendo
Clamour, pacing,
Feat; the making of a
People when they
Meet in turmoil
A coil wraps
It warps a
Loci snaps...
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i liked this write very much. it is calm but the context is anything but, i like that.

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Aww thanks <3
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although unfinished
this is a brilliant write.
I like it.
Your bestfriend,
Emily.



