~*~War Drums~*~

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

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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

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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

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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...