A Warriors Death
By: Paige Collins
Authors Note: I will keep writing till I make it to the big one. So that means I'll be writing till I am twenty-three, huh? Gosh, that's a looooong way to go. This is something I could not put in the summary. This poem may not include any of the Animorph characters, but you know what it is about. This poem is when the Animorphs are older and this is the Yeerk and human and Andalite war. They all fightin'. And besides, poems will not get you far and famous (you know what I am talkin' about.)
I see the golden sun hinting from the land,
The brightness ignites the night,
Meaning death at dawn,
The warriors run the shadowy casts of night,
Lay hidden for some time,
They take out their weapons and hold them very high,
As I run into my bloody death,
I turn to look back,
To a land once seen but never again,
Forever it is lost,
I cry and run fast,
I have to stretch my short time of life,
While it will last,
I see only a flash of something charging right at me,
It is a warrior as you can plainly see,
I feel the pain go up my chest like a thousand knives,
The pain is like fire,
The pain is like ice,
I feel the world around me carefully go by,
I tremble with fright,
As I lay here to die,
Death but a nightmare,
Death is but a dream,
Death is a horrid reality for me,
I feel the world began to spin,
I feel myself began to die,
My one biggest fear,
Now that fear has come to life,
And so help me it is real,
I know that death is here, cause death is something I can feel,
As I lay myself down,
I lay down my head,
I'm sure I will be missed,
For now I am dead.