Here is my spur-of-the-moment tribute to Dediara-kun. I love him very, very much and I miss him so much already. This kinda all came flowing out at once, not at all planned. Eh. Anyway. Here ya go guys. Tell me what you think. Please. It's my first poem.
Dedicated to my Dusk, who is ever attentive, supportive and willing to be my creative guinea pig. Thankyou, koi. Aishiteru.
"Art is a Bang"
The day started bad and went downhill from there;
his eyes scan the distance, distant and cool--
there's really no need to shiver under fire,
This is definitely his conclusion--it's true.
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It isn't the opponent he would have chosen
it isn't the end he'd choose--
but when you play with dynamite,
it seems someone's bound to lose.
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Playing with fire is bad too;
You could lose an arm--or two.
He'd rather not discuss that though,
he's still got some work to do.
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He takes a deep breath, mouths opened wide;
He's ready for the fall, takes it in stride.
He thinks of his death and thinks it a shame--
but he lives for art...and Art is a BANG!
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Please review, peeps. That was my first poem ever posted on this site. ((pout)) Please?
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-erena g.t. rose