FrostMight
FrostMight,
Born out of frost,
Cold as his breath,
Torn as his heart.
I wield the sword that pierces me,
And want to travel the world,
To be unknown to those who are.
A cloak of Illusions,
Hides the fallen one,
But great is his fury,
When needed in time.
He wields his sword,
But strikes with his word,
That his sword would only pierce,
His own heart to peace.
The fallen one is betrayed,
Deserted and destined,
To fight on his own,
Against the world.
Born out of frost,
Cold as his breath,
Torn as his heart.
I wield the sword that pierces me,
And want to travel the world,
To be unknown to those who are.
A cloak of Illusions,
Hides the fallen one,
But great is his fury,
When needed in time.
He wields his sword,
But strikes with his word,
That his sword would only pierce,
His own heart to peace.
The fallen one is betrayed,
Deserted and destined,
To fight on his own,
Against the world.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Ylaide: | Donderdag, oktober 11, 2007 21:41 |
| Whaha zou handig kunnen zijn:P Mevr. van Ouwerkerk chanteren?:P Liefs |
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| BloemetjeLotte: | Maandag, september 03, 2007 16:40 |
| Mooi, en meteen nog iemand om het voor te vertalen. Ylaide, mss moeten we op een extra cursus engels?:P Liefs Lotte |
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| Ylaide: | Zondag, september 02, 2007 15:07 |
| Mooi.. Al ben ik niet goed in engels:P Wil je m een keer vertalen voor me? | |
| honingbijtje: | Zaterdag, september 01, 2007 08:32 |
| wow, dit is echt wel mooi. liefs honingbijtje |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: The Guardian | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 31 augustus 2007 | ||
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