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New sun veiled by shifting fog,
Trees and colors slice through mist.
A line of deer on hidden paths
Travels quickly through the wood.

Metal beasts roar to and fro,
Noisy, hurried, speeding on.
Twisted roads through fields and trees,
Painted roads of dirty stone.

Nature's beasts press further on,
Suddenly, the trail is lost.
Pavement guards the way ahead,
Fearful now, the deer must cross.

Faster fly the metal steeds,
Carelessly, they thunder by.
One of them holds Doom inside,
Soon, a fleeting soul will die.

All the deer have crossed but one,
Nervously, one hesitates.
Slowly steps on dirty stone
Almost crossed, one meets with Fate.

Round the bend the engine howls,
One deer freezes, poised to fly.
A cry of death, then mangled flesh,
The noble beast is tossed aside.

Curses, screams, the tires spin,
Dented metal limps away.
Frightened deer melt into mist,
Only instincts, safe for now.

Silent, alone, the broken one
Lies shredded, blood on dirty stone.
No use, no meaning, only death
The morning is a quiet tomb.

New sun veiled by shifting fog,
Trees and colors slice through mist.
A line of deer on hidden paths
Travels quickly, missing one.





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705toofdaPThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 27, 2012 at 11:31 pm
This is  alot like your the Moose, but it's different as well. I just realized this is all underline but I'm just going to ignore that. Anyways, great poem, beautiful imagery. I enjoy your works on nature.
 
705toofdaPThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Dec. 27, 2012 at 11:32 pm
*alot like your poem the Moose, *underlined
 
Prometheus This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Dec. 28, 2012 at 10:04 am
Yeah it's a partner poem to 'The Moose.'  Thanks for reading.
 
Loki17 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 10, 2011 at 9:36 am

Yeah, it's really me.  Thanks :)

 

 
apple2 said...
Dec. 10, 2011 at 9:32 am

 

Is it really you write?

so great!

i love it,The morning is a quiet tomb.

Very rhythm of the poem.

 
Resonating_Words said...
Nov. 28, 2011 at 7:54 pm

"A cry of death, then mangled flesh"

 

Mangled. One of my favorite words. Ever. I commend you for using it.

 

That aside, I liked this. 

 
baNANnan said...
Nov. 22, 2011 at 5:28 pm
I really like this! It's really thoughtful and written beautifully :)
 
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