*power*
Lightning shoots a million sparks from it's home in the heavens, lighting the way for a lone traveler He too yearns for the lightning's speed, strength, and destruction. the lightning answers his plea, and takes his life. a world away, a horse as white as the lightning's flurry, Rears up, slashing at the skies, for his friend, his on and only friend, died for power.This was the first poem I had written sense I was 7. I didnt write for 4 1/2 years, but then I got really bored and wrote this. Written September 16th, 2001 © on Sep 16 2001 03:27 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"Lightning shoots a million sparks from it's home in the heavens, lighting the way for a lone traveler He too yearns for the lightning's speed, strength, and destruction. the lightning answers his plea, and takes his life. a world away, a horse as white as the lightning's flurry, Rears up, slashing at the skies, for his friend, his on and only friend, died for power.This was the first poem I had written sense I was 7. I didnt write for 4 1/2 years, but then I got really bored and wrote this...."