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Poem of the month
boredom rules my lif right now so i will tell a poem:
The seed
In the dreaded halls of stone,
on top the dead pile of drones,
lays the locket of a child,
that has traveled far and many miles.
From the locket on the cheast,
as the others steadily rest,
a plant rises in this ashen world,
as a flower known as a Merld.
As the flower steadily grows,
and as it feeds on the bodies of the drones,
water drips from the ceiling,
giving the realm a happy feeling.
And as i see this with my eyes,
slow and steady, I start to cry.
For that locket was mine,you see.
Given by my mother to me.
Now that seed is a towering beast,
the most fearsom in the east,
and as i stand, i feel my heart,
for it's slowly tearing me apart.
As i stare at the floor,
I see something by the door,
A seed just like the one i lost,
and it was full cost.
I took the seed and away i ran,
away from that dreadful land,
now i keep the seed by my heart.
me and my mother are never apart.
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