Post by kalidarkstar on May 27, 2004 9:25:23 GMT -5
This one got rejected from the school literary magazine, but meh...it was written for my other character Chesna who's in my profile.
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There are few of us left,
We know we will soon be gone,
And so we can see our fate,
As others will see it.
There will be little legacy,
No great expressions of what we once were.
Our Technology, our achievements if ever they are seen again
Well spawn none of the awe that filled our conquests.
We know our fate, we are being eliminated.
When we traveled for a safe home, the destroyers took note.
When we settled where we had no place and colonized.
The destruction and Anguish and the loss were the clear call of our doom
and so the destroyers came for us...
For centuries we thrived,
Unaware of their existence.
Blind to our own devils and demons.
Others became blinded with thrill of our conquests.
We reproduced and grew.
Parties were given in honor of victories.
Dancing, Twirling, Drinking, laughing.
Unaware of the shadows that flickered by the walls.
Young Children were sent to bed
the greatest celebration was to occur
for now we were the strongest of all.
More arrogant then the barbarians,
Drunken off of the heat of battle,
They danced and twirled,
Unaware the dagger had slashed their throats...
All that I have seen
Has been extinguished
All that has disappeared
Has been remembered
I stand at the corner of the sea, the edge of the sky
I hear plants sprouting from the soil
I wait for the epiphyllum* to bloom again
I leave its fragrance for posterity
The other shore doesn't have a lighthouse
yet I still gaze at it
The dark sky scrubs our hair white
I grip my torch tightly
I tell myself
I'm not afraid
Even though I am the Last one left....
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*epiphyllum is a plant that grows for one day then dies
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There are few of us left,
We know we will soon be gone,
And so we can see our fate,
As others will see it.
There will be little legacy,
No great expressions of what we once were.
Our Technology, our achievements if ever they are seen again
Well spawn none of the awe that filled our conquests.
We know our fate, we are being eliminated.
When we traveled for a safe home, the destroyers took note.
When we settled where we had no place and colonized.
The destruction and Anguish and the loss were the clear call of our doom
and so the destroyers came for us...
For centuries we thrived,
Unaware of their existence.
Blind to our own devils and demons.
Others became blinded with thrill of our conquests.
We reproduced and grew.
Parties were given in honor of victories.
Dancing, Twirling, Drinking, laughing.
Unaware of the shadows that flickered by the walls.
Young Children were sent to bed
the greatest celebration was to occur
for now we were the strongest of all.
More arrogant then the barbarians,
Drunken off of the heat of battle,
They danced and twirled,
Unaware the dagger had slashed their throats...
All that I have seen
Has been extinguished
All that has disappeared
Has been remembered
I stand at the corner of the sea, the edge of the sky
I hear plants sprouting from the soil
I wait for the epiphyllum* to bloom again
I leave its fragrance for posterity
The other shore doesn't have a lighthouse
yet I still gaze at it
The dark sky scrubs our hair white
I grip my torch tightly
I tell myself
I'm not afraid
Even though I am the Last one left....
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*epiphyllum is a plant that grows for one day then dies