Yet Another Renee Poem
*I write way too many of these...*
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War-drums beat a rhythm
That makes the fiercest warrior a slave
To its unfailing tune, its prism
Of blood-red colors shining out in waves
And the world is shattered and everywhere
The war-drums beat; their tune
Will always, ever-repeating, fill the air
And the rhythm fills the sky and dents the moon
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And they begin to surrender
Not to the Yeerks, the enemy, but to the passioned beat
As falling out of its orbit, the world
Succumbs to the war-drum's tune and accepts defeat
And seven warriors fight in time
With the beat of war
And the drums echo an incessant rhyme
And the battles are still more
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And after battle's over, as is the beat of the drum, the rush
On the mask see fire, see the passion rise
But underneath the mask, yet untouched,
There burn her still impassive eyes
War-drums beat and the rhythm flows on
As the beat intensifies and becomes so strong
But the Animorphs will win and the Yeerks will run
As those impassive eyes burn on and on...
