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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 7:06 pm
The dead, they cannot walk, In the ground in which they lay The dead, they mustn't talk, No matter what they will say.
It's unfair, I say, It's not right, That our lives must've ended that night, That we must still ourselves with endless fright, Frozen with our lifeless sight.
Corpses must lay in endless repose, So that life may continue on, For death must wait for life to grow, Before waking from sleeps so long.
So be careful out there, my little one, And this is where I share my head, Dying and death are by no means fun, And that's how you learn from the dead.
Comments please. Please give constructive criticism.
If you could tell me what you liked or disliked about it, that would be awesome.
Thanks, you're pal from the underworld, Kaishi
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 7:34 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 3:51 pm
The concept is well conveyed, but the fluctuating rhyme scheme is awkward. Try to keep a solid flow pattern, even if the rhyme-scheme changes.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 9:23 pm
It's that second paragraph, isn't it? That was throwing me off too... oh well... thanks for the tip, I'll keep an eye out for stuff like that in the future.
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