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Post by ame on Feb 22, 2007 22:20:16 GMT -6
The swords of your fathers, taken up against your kin, With a howl from your heart, crying out in pain, "Forgive, my fathers! For I betray our clan In the name of right!"
With your lose of Home and Hearth, Faith and life destroyed, Will you accept What's been given?
The wood is now your home, and now the howls your lullaby. Your brothers are the wolves, your cousins are coyotes
Now's your chance to get things right... Comments below
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Post by pheonix on Feb 22, 2007 22:23:57 GMT -6
Nice poem, from seeing this I wonder what your other poems are like ^_^
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Post by moonwolf on Apr 4, 2007 15:17:41 GMT -6
That is really good and it's better then a poem i could type or write.
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