Brave the Stones;; a poem for Her

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Atop the hill before the graves
The sun fell on the three young knaves
One blue, one brown, one mainly white
The brown stepped forward, reared to fight

"Today, young lass," spoke conscience brown
"You'll brave the stones and wear the crown!"
She leaped into the air, a spring
Her friends, abliss, began to sing

The three walked down the narrow path
Every step measured with math
The bowen tree, the curvy elm
The blueberries shaped like a helm

The brown doe stopped, and back away
For now, they neared the ground of play
They nudged and pushed with all their might
But still, the doe stood pale with fright

"My doe, my fawn," her mind spoke clear,
"Take chance, my girl, no time for fear!"
She felt the heat consume her soul
Then ran like madness, sans control

She stopped, dead stare, before the rocks
Heart keeping time alike to clocks
Her friends queried why she was still
They hadn't seen beyond the hill

A hill of stone hid beasts of bone
Their faces bare; to dogs, 'twas thrown
With eyes that never came to sight
Her heart with black with utter fright

But something told her it was time
To sneak, to steal, to be the crime
She calmed in heart and soul alike
Then crept slowly towards them; for to strike

Her friends gazed at her final plunge
"What courage," they said, "to simply lunge!"
They waited time, and watched the sky
Alight with cannons, theft, and cry

They shivered away as a form, it neared
Tall as any stag, any deer of that day
With a crown of crimson, "Ahoy," she said,
"I've brought back loot; have you some bread?"


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I tried, heh...I hope you like it...*hides*
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YO.

YO.
Anzel's picture

WE HAZ A WINNAR What do you

WE HAZ A WINNAR

What do you want the poem to be about? (preferrably something deer-related ;P and background info is nice, i like to have a plot, or...freedom, i dunno, hehe)
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(bio) And I think a pirate

(bio) And I think a pirate one would be cute. :B Just anything that comes to mind. -facehug- <3
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SDFHJK OH MY GEEZ I -LOVE-

SDFHJK OH MY GEEZ I -LOVE- IT. -must do something extremely special back that will not compare to this poem's beauty- |8 I don't know how I'll do it. I have to save this, too, and throw it in everyone's face because it's just SO BLOODY AMAZING THANK YOU. You should be bored more often. :B <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
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*drinks soda* EWW. Still

*drinks soda* EWW. Still warm. Warm Mountain Dew = ICKIE

But I'm often bored x3 I just have to be in a certain mood in order to write poetry. Otherwise, I try and write, and I suddenly cannot. I actually lost my mood partway through, but I was able to finish it anyays :3