ALRIGHT, I REDID THIS, BECAUSE THE LAST VERSION GOT ALL MESSED UP, AND I DIDN'T NOTICE, SO HERE'S THE RIGHT ONE.
A/N: Alrighty then...here's something new. Another little angsty bit I found on my computer. Bit odd, but I'm rather fond of it. So enjoy...or don't, but please understand that while I love my writing, my poems are my babies, and if you flame then, I come after you with a sharp stick. ::BG:: So...yeah, here yah go.
Disclamer: ::Sigh:: The only thing I own are the words on this page and the lint in my pocket. Unless you want my lint, don't waste your time.
The Spare.
Closed or open, eyes unseeing- see all.
The memory replays- watch him fall.
Kill the Spare.
No longer a game.
The competition's over.
It's survival Now.
That's not the same.
We meet Again.
Face it B-R-A-V-E
You can't escape it.
Spine curls...forced by Evil's hand.
Bow to Me.
Tied.
Helpless.
Angry.
Mostly…running scared.
Crucio.
You scream, he falls.
You scream, HE rises.
One dead, and one…
So much worse.
Death is but the next Great Adventure.
Fear keeps HIM
Fear binds you to HIM
Fear will destroy HIM.
But not today.
Today, you die.
And so does the innocent.
Kill the Spare.
So...your thoughts? This is my first bit of poetry posted here and...I'm a bit nervous about it, so review and give my ego a scratch behind the ears.