Well, don't expect any more Spoils takes for a while. These last two have taken a lot out of my muses.
I like sonnets. So does Yami Marik. And I wuv my reviewers.
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To the victor go the spoils.
Spoil, verb; To corrupt, to cause to go bad. He spoils her with his influence.
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Spoils
Take Four
The fire, the too bright flames everywhere
Starting to catch on his clothing, he pouts
Too bright, but made up for by the terror
That he can hear in his obstacles' shouts
He waits for darkness, for the flame to die
When there is nothing left by the fire
The screams grow hoarse while someone starts to cry
Pain satisfies but is not his desire
He waits while his body burns away
For the dark and empty world of nothing
That their fading lives cannot keep at bay.
They're very determined to keep living.
So foolish to cling to life stubbornly,
When death is but the final destiny.