...a presto!

It's now crumbled under her feet
Lying down on the renovated street
As she looks ahead, she visualize
Before the triumph there has to be cries
Shields and guards are turned futile
Unescorted is how she has to strive
On battle road a wounded can't survive
So she voids it there promising to recoil.





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Allicat001 said...
Jul. 25, 2012 at 9:17 am
Wow.  I honestly think this is the best poem I've read on TI thus far, the flow of the poem was excellent, and created a clear picture in my mind. 5/5 for sure!
 
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