This is the end of the beginning
And the beginning of the end
When they threaten us
Our abilities ascend
Live or die, go in history
Or a long lived tale
The one unleashing power
from the sword of Nightingale
Clash with guns and bows
Fly with bullets and arrows
Hit them with all we have
Our fleet of well trained Sparrows
When they awaken us
Were a hungry lion den
This is our song of victory
Sing it loud our precious Wren
You think you stand a chance
It will be you we incise
Soon we'll be hear it calling
The Bird-of-Paradise
Fight or flee
That is your decision
But we will follow you, our prey
Like the soft, Band-Tailed Pigeon
But this was all your choice
You couldn't let it go
So bow before the king
The mighty Stellar crow
We just wanted freedom
A place where there was love
But the war stretched on
We'll put of your peace, the Silent Great White Dove
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Author:
A Silver Sky (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: (two of these aren\'t real, sorry) :/
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Sorry! typo in the last line
Typo or NOT, this was brilliantly written and very reakistic. Unique,,very unique..
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