This is my frist attempt at writing a poem, so please dont sue me. but please feel free to review and tell me what you think and what i should improve. this poem is about kiba and his thaugts before he sank under the water when the world was reborn.
Snow
It falls ever so gently,
Undistingusable from my fur,
It covers the blood stains, scars, andthw wounds of war,
That I have earned so far.
It's strange to think that of all I've faced,
Bullets, fangs, wars, and poisen to teast,
The gentle snow would be the one that caused,
My final flight to paradise.
But even as I drift away,
I feel the warmth of a new day coming,
The snow is mealting,
And the ice is tawing,
And pretty soon I am drowning.
But as I feel myself sink below the surface,
I open my eyes just to glimps once more,
the crimson moon return to pure.
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