October 12, 2009
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We dash and dart
among the dew glistening trees.
Our protection concealed within circular metal,
within the shadow stands the waiting guard.

The wind stings my skin
as I gallop towards the base,
I'm a warrior in battle
fighting for peace in the land.

I stand hidden,
watching tiny figures
run and hide under the moon
waiting for the seeker to come.

A voice whispers,"Gotcha."

I've lost the war.
I try to escape,but
his helpers take me down.
I have been found.

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