I lay my head upon the ground,
And I heard a sweet sound.1
Sounds of angels' glorious song,
Mixed with a great big bong.2
From the heavens desended an angel,
Barring the news of a great battle.3
"Blood shall be shed this day,
When all the lands turn gray."4
When the clock struck three,
I jumped up and looked towards a tree.5
My chance of greatness, valor, and golory,
Came with heroism and fountians of gold.6
Years pass, ages change, I no longer hear the song once sang.7
There I lay,
Withered and gray,
With Death's gaze upon this day.8
Once again, for the last time,
I hear the angels' voices sing.
Author notes
OK this shows that I'm not much of a poet. This is more of a easy-flowing short story.
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I never write comments to poems I dont like,and dont get me wrong its not bad...but it is a little bit dull.I got bored.
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Thank you for the comment... I shouldn't write things when I'm tired... That's what comes out of it
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I remember helping you with this one as well. Good good!
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yep lol
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