Echoes reverberate as the
Champion raises his right arm
Loud cheers enchant the gladiator
Instilling in him the thrill of battle
Power exalts desire, and he pursues
Superiority beyond the
Echo of sentiment when people loved him as he wanted to be loved.
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OneWithPen
My imagination, our journey, and this world we call Earth. What shall we make of the time we have left here? Well, with my time I will give you many stories. Read with caution welcome Pen's page; good reading.
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Shadows and Ash
Ashfallen, skies painted gray with charcoal flakes, the smell of coal washed over me. I could smell the furnace as blood smeared itself on gray rinsed grass, and as I marched on, more appeared. Could I have danced with a shadow? How would the light of my life have felt at my betrayal?
By OneWithPen2 months ago in Poets
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What a great last line. Amazing acrostic!