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So, um...Yea, I'm bored...So I figured I might as well post another poem XD.
Traveler.
Slowly walking,
He is in no hurry.
Not running,
For he is munching on a berry.
His pat is all that follows,
But was it one of sorrows?
His face shows what he has seen,
Some of them obscene.
His clothes ragged,
The colors faded.
Holes and worn spots throughout,
Been in many a fight no doubt.
Sword strapped to his side,
That alone says he will never hide.
The leather straps on the hilt,
They flow with the wind showing the metal build.
The blade sharp as a demons fang,
But weathered from its days.
The traveler walks on his own,
This traveler walks alone,
He has no destination,
But yet he has motivation.
This young traveler walks alone,
For his past...Maybe he trying to a atone.
 Djv9013 · Sun Dec 23, 2007 @ 03:13am · 0 Comments |
