Postby Heart of Sword » Sun Oct 16, 2005 10:51 am
Another poem. It's supposed to be about a wolf.
If you read please leave a comment. Poetry is new to me and I'd like to know how it is.
And by the way, no I am not flaming hunters! I'm just writing this poem from the wolf's point of view, which most people unfortunately never see.
Remember me
When you hear the winter wind
And if you listen hard enough
You might hear me running by.
Remember me
When you glimpse a shooting star
And if you look hard enough
You might see me in the sky.
Remember me
When the moon is at its fullest
And if you listen hard enough
You might remember how I sang.
Remember me
When you're driving through a town
If you look hard enough
You might see where my forest used to be.
Remember me
When you see a hunting rifle
If you listen hard enough
You might hear my cries.
Heart of Sword's Rhapsody
Money, get away
Get a good job with good pay and you're okay
And all and all you're just another brick in the wall
Shoutin’ in the street gonna take on the world some day
But Bismallah will not let me go
Because I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
Tommy used to work on the docks
Union's been on strike
Bright eyes burning like fire
And exposing every weakness
However carefully hidden by the kids
Who will love a little Sparrow
Who's traveled far and cries for rest
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
I've seen a million faces and I've rocked them all
And if the band youre in starts playing different tunes
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you!
[Pink Floyd fan listening to Queen and hugging trees which is also known as taking care of God's creation with a pair of headphones on listening to Nightwish as loud as possible while writing a novel on a computer in the middle of a field filled with Wolves.]
[Bassist...finally learning Money]