Just a ditty for Aaron's challenge
This thing all things devours,
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers,
Gnaws iron, binds steel,
Turns hard stone to meal,
Slays kings, ruins town,
And beats high mountains,
Down,
Now my turn,
You made me,
I am your hope and your blame,
You once danced up and down me,
I was your influence, until you went away,
And then the influence changed,
You don't me anymore, and you call me enemy,
But once you'd loved me as you decendents do now,
Maybe you will remember, and I will be here,
Maybe we can compromise and become one again,
After all, you made me,
You grew, played, learned and loved on me,
Who am I?
Who am I?
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2006-09-20 at 05:10
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A hamper of riddles
I'll bring something back from the past,This thing all things devours,
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers,
Gnaws iron, binds steel,
Turns hard stone to meal,
Slays kings, ruins town,
And beats high mountains,
Down,
Now my turn,
You made me,
I am your hope and your blame,
You once danced up and down me,
I was your influence, until you went away,
And then the influence changed,
You don't me anymore, and you call me enemy,
But once you'd loved me as you decendents do now,
Maybe you will remember, and I will be here,
Maybe we can compromise and become one again,
After all, you made me,
You grew, played, learned and loved on me,
Who am I?
Who am I?
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
Read 685 times
Written on 2006-09-20 at 05:10
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