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The Death Child

Poetry By: ItsOnlyAGame
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That was my ancient work-in-progress i never finished (or attempted to.) It was too heavy a work load for someone so lazy. Plus i had no laptop, which would've made things much easier.


Submitted:May 12, 2013    Reads: 1    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


She travels by forest

Bow fully drawn

Her past incomplete

Future spelled out wrong

When I look back far

I see a vision of a guy

He is indecisively discrete

Trapped in the corner of the eye

Her father calls in battle

Though he wants her to stay home

Running across the treetops

Her mind she has combed

She knew she wanted to fight

The soldiers didn't believe in her

Upon arrival anyway

Arrow's release makes them stir

Shooting through her father's head

The story cuts off here

One day it may continue

But who knows how or when or where





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