Fishing RodA Poem by The Valerian LegionA young girl goes fishing to catch bass.I was once the small. As I casted out my line. Situated on the log I looked up. The clouds flew so high. Reflections of light blinded me and I wiped my tears. The fish bites but it stole my line. Losing the point of what I was doing. So I watched the day turn into night. In my frozen sunken skin, I wept. And my eyes turned blood red. I skipped stones and I screamed. And then I woke up to daylight again. Determined this time to apply myself. I grew large. I tossed my line out and dipped a toe in. A large sleek fish got hooked. In my happiness I grabbed him. As I prepared him for my hungry heart, He contained no heart. He had no love for what I wanted. With poison barbs he stuck me. And in the depths he drove me. The blood red moon howled with me. I turned away from the sunshine. In the dark depths I sank. My feet touched the bottom. Coldness and a choking darkness stole my lungs. The fish with his barbs struck me over and over. He aimed at my heart often. Then sunshine broke through the muddy water. I felt a hand reach out and bring me out. Breathing deeply I let my line fly away from me. But my rod remained on the shore and I looked up. In my despair I sat on the log again looking up. Another fisher joined me and we grew acquainted. He showed me that fish sometimes needed coaxing. Never noticing his gills I stayed beside him for a long time. Then he betrayed me with his charming smiles. On the eve of the night life I got off the log. And in the background I heard rustling. A smiling man. No fishing rods. I dropped my fishing rod. I looked up again. And I took his hand. Together we left the river. © 2013 The Valerian LegionAuthor's Note
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Added on February 17, 2013 Last Updated on February 17, 2013 AuthorThe Valerian LegionLos Angeles, CAAboutThis account is owned by The Valerian Legion. We are a Plural (Mixed Origin) System (formerly D.I.D. system). The Council is a group of what we call members who would be considered host alters. We no .. more..Writing
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