Deadly Nightshade Posted February 20, 2003 Report Share Posted February 20, 2003 Something is there I..I feel it. But what it is I cannot tell Reach out a trembling hand But I pull away quickly It burns... What was that Screams? No..no It cant be Please God say everything is all right A roar... Slipping away.. All is growing dark Must free my self I must Warm and sticky all about me I am out of bed now How the smoke stings my eyes I stumble to the floor Shattering all about me Glass... What could it be I stare up only to see a large beast hovering over me It lifts me gingerly Holds me close.. I rember no more White lights now burden my eyes Am I dead? Perhaps...but in death you feel no pain Everywhere it burns I gasp for breath All about my family weeps But there is one man Who is he.. They all rush over I am alive.. My mother points and speaks softly "This is the man who saved you" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HopperWolf Posted February 20, 2003 Report Share Posted February 20, 2003 congratulations again. you do pull off a narative style within your poetry that is hard to do. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted February 21, 2003 Report Share Posted February 21, 2003 neat. Really captures the feel/fear/uncertainty. Hopperwolf already said my comment. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Archaneus Posted February 21, 2003 Report Share Posted February 21, 2003 (edited) I know this is about a fire, but did this realy happen to you? Oh ya, by the way, good job. Edited February 21, 2003 by Archaneus Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Deadly Nightshade Posted February 21, 2003 Author Report Share Posted February 21, 2003 No, but I am a pyro...Its only a matter of time Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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