This is just a little, short, non-rhyming poem about Walt burning the raft. Your reviews would be much appreciated.
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And, as always, please enjoy.
Romen
Burning
He lifts it up and throws it down
The rock
Watches it land in the sand with an unsatisfying thud
That only serves to fuel the fire in his soul
And not to diminish it
He scowls
Looking up at the dark figure
The threat to his life
The raft
His blood boils at the thought
He looks down at the fire
The same fire that burns within his soul
Watches the flames dance
Watches the colors rise and fall
Like screaming voices
Like voices screaming in pain
He can't take it anymore
He can't sit
Helplessly
He must take action
And so he takes a plank
A plank that might have been added for strength
That will now weaken
And puts the end
Dips it into the flaming liquid
He stands as if in a trance
Feels the heat upon his face
He is in a dream, a dream that is so real
He finally turns, walking slowly towards
The threat
Throws the plank
Stands there as it lights up
The wood must be so dry
He watches the flames eat it until it is one large torch
He stands and watches
What was already burning
THE END
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