by those
who did know him.
He had been condemned,
and sentenced,
by fate.
He had been clapsed,
in cold chains.
And he had been cast,
Into an abyss.
By strangers.
Strangers, whom he did not know.
He had been enslaved,
eternaly enslaved.
By a wicked Pupeteer.
His dices were cast
for him,
and he had no say.
A crimson veil,
had been lain.
Over his judges eyes,
So that they could not see,
the truth, the truth, the truth.
That he,
was,
a mere puppet,
of fate.
Well, there it is my first poem. Please tell me what you think.
This post has been edited by Thorn Pwns: 04 September 2009 - 04:12 AM

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