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This is a poem written for a recent English assignment, and I wanted to know if it's any good. Anyone who can guess what the character is, and who's point of view it's written from, will be loved by me forever!(Its from our block on character poetry lol)

Submitted:Nov 13, 2010    Reads: 52    Comments: 2    Likes: 3   

Lauren Fletcher
Coundon, Coventry, West Midlands, England


Ancient, yet so young,
The apple of my tearful eye.
His gift, such a curse,
And his name is lost in time...

The last Lord of Time,
Sad, wandering, weary.
Death and destruction follows him round,
His love, lost, stolen, broken...

His friend, new and chosen
Admires him and wonders,
Her friend, scared and forgotten
Forever doomed to a magic life...

His conscience is darker than night,
Withered, tired, damaged.
Despite his face of joy and light,
Hopeful, excited, unreal...

The blue box, rickety and fun,
The only family he has.
Inside it's dark; full of mystery and life,
Most of them best left forgotten...

To me, a desperate look,
To his rival, a revengeful look,
To his brave soldier, a sorry look,

To himself, a plea for death...


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