Post by kodiak on Nov 19, 2012 12:06:31 GMT -5
It stains the snow,
with red things I do not know,
help me, help me a voice cries out,
I run but see nothing about,
it screams and pleads for mercy,
I hear my name, Percy,
I run to the source,
I see nature take it's course,
I see my life and judgment of fate,
Oh, I was too late,
She's cold,
and her face looks old,
I was led,
But alas...she was dead.
with red things I do not know,
help me, help me a voice cries out,
I run but see nothing about,
it screams and pleads for mercy,
I hear my name, Percy,
I run to the source,
I see nature take it's course,
I see my life and judgment of fate,
Oh, I was too late,
She's cold,
and her face looks old,
I was led,
But alas...she was dead.
Critique needed