In Collaboration With Severus Alexander

Reivax Camlost

Nameless called, who wingless, fly

Who whisper prayers as passers-by

Voiceless, fall, to doubtless die

And wistful spare, that none might cry

Restless crawl, through long goodbye

  • Author: Reivax Camlost (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 9th, 2017 10:33
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Tris Eaton

    I see you two figured out what to add to his two lines. Very nice. I like it a lot.

    • Tris Eaton

      He asked me what to add and I told him I had no idea

      • Reivax Camlost

        Yup. Thanks, I like it too... You don't think it's easily discernable where his writing and mine separate?

        • Tris Eaton

          I don't really know. It doesn't help that I know who's is who's because he showed me his part before you wrote this

        • Severus Alexander

          I think it is. My lines are the only two that have anything in common.

          • Tris Eaton

            lol, it is a good poem all together, though, in my opinion at least

            • Reivax Camlost

              Disagree! The final line fit the model of the first and third, while the other two were supposed to offer some sort of contrast schematically- and, ultimately, the message prevails throughout the entire poem.

              • Tris Eaton

                lol I don't know how teachers deal with you two in the same class

                • Reivax Camlost

                  Hrm. Somewhat Strenuously. How did you know we were in the same class?

                  • Tris Eaton

                    lol I don't know *ridiculously sarcastic*

                    • Reivax Camlost

                      Lol that obvious? XD

                      • Tris Eaton

                        look at my message lol

                        • Reivax Camlost

                          lol I did

                        • Reivax Camlost

                          I mean, I disagree with severus

                        • Augustus

                          Ah, the wistful, nameless, whisperer strikes again. You 2 are a trip.



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