Poetry

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Title: Poetry

Author: Isk

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TWELVE ELVES

Up high on the mountain,

Very stark,

In a crevasse,

Hides a tiny cavern,

So dark,

At dusk,

Twelve elves creep

thither,

By the light of a

lantern they slither.

DEATH

A sting of pain

Through my figure

My eyes

Explode with blood

It is done

I am dead

Dead, but still living

Fallen here

In a pool of my own blood

THE OUTCAST

Beneath a clouded sky of dark...

Lived a man in his own personal bliss...

His eyes green and cold as death itself...

His heart red and warm As love forever...

An outcast from societies cradle...

Left to die but not to fade away.

THEIR SIN

Why must I abide for their sin? Why must I fall for them to win? Is there not some other way? I do not wish to die this day.

COLD

The more I fade, the more it makes me cold.

That is all that can be told.

But in that icy, crusty freeze.

There I will find a little ease

STRONG AS JADE

Is it hate or love that has me doing what I do?

I try but fail and fade.

Then the smile of a human

I become as strong as jade.