Fallen, by sharonrenee |
Falling Shriveled and Dying Covered in Red I quiver slightly While I fall towards the ground Which is also covered in red Red and Brown From my fallen comrades The Sickening crunch As I feel feet trod on me I lay immobile on the Earth Except in the cool wind I flutter in a sudden breath of winter air The world around me dies Fall is dead. |
Posted: 2007-09-27 01:52:30 UTC |
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