Hey, um...foxx-shadow here! This is depressing poem no.2, which if you read the summary you will know is about going to jail. And um...
Disclaimer: concept and Bangaas belong to Square Enix (sp?)
Enjoy!
Red Card
Here I sit, cold and alone
I forgot to listen to the judge's endless drone
It's getting damp, it's getting dark
And on and on the Bangaa barks
Of how I've got what was coming to me
Will anyone come to rescue me?
And the thought comes...
It hits me and I feel so dead
All this, time was I in over my head?
Trying to survive, just trying to last
Trying to qualify for the next class
Learning so much, using my wit
Felling the monsters with one final hit
But I let down my guard, for one second I slacked
And I don't think they want me back
I can try to escape, but the bars are so strong
I'll wish for what's right because so much is wrong
I won't waste away, I won't give up the fight
But oh, how I pine for just one speck of light...
Hopefully you're sniffling by now or something. But anyways, R&R or be eaten. Did I mention I'm rabid? And that means NO FLAMING! :X Flamers are bad. :X