Till They Call my NameA Poem by mischeifZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZI'll miss my family I'll miss my home But this is something I have to do Till my name is called Then I will come home
I remember when it was fun Our home was our playground On islands of paradise
Some you had to climb to Some you had to run to
I remember playing Running, jumping, flipping, climbing And never getting tired
With nothing to fear My brothers and I would Laugh, swim, hunt and have fun
But them we started to learn Of evil, good, wrong and right We grew upand they learn of the spirit The spirit of life, death, time and space The spirit that was me
They learnt of the element they could weld And I learnt of the danger I beheld They were my protectors And for a while I felt well
Untill the day the elder ones started to learn They would kill them And for that I must go
To blend in with another creature One were ther was only heaven and hell
Maybe they will find me? Maybe they won't? But till the day I'm called I will sleep
Will they remember me? Or will they forget But here I will sleep Untill they call my name
© 2010 mischeifAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on June 25, 2010 Last Updated on June 25, 2010 AuthormischeifH town, New ZealandAboutEvil. My friends know me as mischeif as I am always getting on their nerves. more..Writing
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