Last DanceA Poem by Blossom.....
The clashes of swords
a dance of its own graceful as it is it's the dance of a soul the movement of feet the soundless whispers of the trees nothing is quiet yet, nothing is heard under this canopy of leaves the dance of a predator as its prey runs away fighting for it's life nothing in this fight will be left alive the soundless movements have stopped the scent of blood lingers a battle to the death has determined the winner its all gone now, the dancing of swords the movement of feet the dancing of a soul its all gone now © 2010 BlossomAuthor's Note
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Added on August 10, 2010 Last Updated on August 10, 2010 AuthorBlossomSaskatoon, Saskatchewan, CanadaAboutLove to read and write enjoy almost everything love chocolate mostly write dark poetry but really I'm a really outgoing and hyper child. Weird... I know! Lets101 Quizzes - Online Quizzes Le.. more..Writing
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