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To the Sweet Owl
by: Renee

Dancing with darkness, flirting with death,

An area forbidden, to whom my last breath.

Where is the quickness to scorn my mark?

A troubled soul has places within the dark.

Could they hear the shudder of my weary bones?

Could they understand my sickened tired moans?

Not for nothing, I tried to exscape from this plain,

They did'nt understand the battle between me and pain.

Who was my savior, who could fix my shattered soul?

Who was my martyr. to idg me from my shallow hole?

Time judged me on my weakened state,

and laughed at me to test my fate.

Too bad I am still standing, too proud to take the fall,

I guess I will wait for it, then I'll show them all.

Destrution of the fittest, I think I'll make amends,

I'll follow through the road and unwind at the bends.

Goodnight sweet owl, you haven't got me yet,

I'm glad I didn't do the one thing I'd regret.


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The following comments are for "To the Sweet Owl"
by kraziRenee

This is really good! I liked it. How come no one reviewed? I liked the words you used too, it made the poem...more stylish. More complicated. I can't find the word for it right now.. Good job!

( Posted by: Cryptic Rapture [Member] On: October 27, 2003 )

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