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This poem was for a narrative i was doing at the time...which was a few years ago...

Its called Alae and was 184 pages...but then I got bored of it...i have a habit of writing a novel but never finishing it... >.>

 

i hav no idea wat the poem is called but oh wells...

 

(it might not make sense since u dont kno wat the story is about...but its about angels n theres red, black and white winged angels)

 

ahhh yeah...n obviously the story has more to it than just angels but anyways...heres the poem...

 

 

White, red and black don’t shine,

Bad things are going to happen, on with the next line,

All that we want is peace and love,

That’s out of the question and on with the cry of the dove.

 

The pearls are brave and preparing for their fate,

No one is going to crush their pride so no one will passing their holy gate,

On with life, on with the blaze,

Thousands lying in their own blood and everything becomes a maze.

 

The black darkness grew closer and bigger,

Should I dare to take the risk, tighten my finger to pull the trigger?

What was waiting was absolutely terrifying,

With his gorgeous face how could he be lying?

 

Blood was boiling under the skin,

And all that they were doing was pulling a grin,

Their teeth were white and dripping with blood,

They crowded in just like a flood.

 

Screams of horror and cries of lost,

Everyone ready to fight, creeping up to you like frost,

Won or beaten there now isn’t a care,

The war is over and life is fair.

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