Cuddle Bear's blog: "little dark poem..."

I sit on my cloud up high so what if I should die I made this my time I marched with the front line with my sword up high I release my battle cry my heart flutters from the sight of my enemies that whom i should fight as I hear one cry as they slowly die as my sword breaks through and goes deep inside i wonder what if i should die then i hear another cry as the man beside me get stabbed in the eye I snap form my thoughts in time to block as I killed my thrill seemed to build upon the blood that i have spilled as i turn i meet the gaze of a man who had bested my skill as my sight flickered and faded i bowed my had and prayed that this would not be my day I felt a new energy on that summer day as my wounds seemed to heal i raised up my shield and there did a dragon appear I am by your side and you should not die for ever i will be by your side as we fly into battle i hear the men shriek with fear as my new found stead appeared as the battle trumpets cried i knew this was my time to shine and the war would be mine the warriors cried as they died I heard there screaming thoughts to seek the reason why they lost as there souls faded and gone as i look to my left i see the rest my dragon lets out a rawer as i see him sore with a breath of flame they were no more written by Lyle Faulkner do not use with out permission

to live or to die. you fill pushed aside and theres nothing left in side you might as well be dead and not alive you are dark and empty deep down inside you wish you could cry but you would rather die then to feel the embarrassment as the shame consumes you your soul slowly starts to fade to black its far to late you cant turn back but you try and fight back your blood boils your thoughts are isostatic why does life have to be so dramatic as the panic fades you snap back from your frightful nap you wish to never go back but as you come back you realize that what you had thought was a nap was that you really snapped your hands are covered in mud and dirt your pants are stained in red all you can think is he really dead as your heart flutters from the shock you realize the pain from inside and you see that the person you were fighting was your other side you look to your wrist were the cuts should be then you raise your head to the sky then ask why why did you spare my life then you hear a voice say you are the seed to be woven the voice yet to be spoken you are not yet to be rose to heavens go on and spread my message for you are the one to teach the lesson so good bye for now my fallen angel your sin are forgivable till the day we meet again make sure to raise you chin for ever we shall be frineds written by lyle faulkner... do not use with out permission...