long night
windswept prairie
the sounds
eerie
haunting
voices filled with dread
snarling
sneering
aching legs are dead
mental fight
slow to parry
vision blurry
taunting
tempting
beckoning defeat
wavering will
calling still
to compete
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Author:
DreamTiger (
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Comments2
Excellent write
Nicely written piece of work, tinged with sadness and emptiness.
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