This one's not quite finsihed.
DARKTIC
Da arctic.
100 below, as the full moon moves slow...
So slow across the infinite sky...
Soon it's devoured by the ice...
But for now, I trek, and halt never...
For beasts lurk in the moonlight...
Especially on a night like this, when one cannot rely on sight...
I will be alright, as long as I keep on, halt never.
Dark-sick.
And lost in this never-ending landscape...
For my blood to freeze may be my only escape...
That is something for which I do not wish...
But if it is to be, I will not fight, accept...
Expectant am I that the sun will rise...
Rays to light my way, but not to warm...
Because the chill is too great; cold in the form of a fantastic swarm....
Last edited by Sljslj; 02-19-2011 at 05:03 AM.
Reason: LOTS of typos. That **** always happens when I use my computer instead of my iPod.
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