Posted March 18, 201015 yr The Werewolf and the Vampire --------------------------------------------------------------------- "Get away from me!", I had said, "Try and flee!, I shall get your head!", I run past thick forests so old, He chases me with touch so cold, I knock trees in my path to divert, But he jumps and sways with no hurt, I try to run past trees so thick, But he runs with speed so quick!, "Leave me be! What have I done?", "I'll hunt you down without the Sun.", The trees above hide the sky, The nature of that keeps his eye, I run, He flies, With Sun, He dies, But the forest is so big!, As I run my claws to dig, My body warm, I flee to my swarm, Werewolves arrive, This Vampire, soon, not to be, alive.
March 19, 201015 yr Author Thats interesting. I had to write a poem for school a while ago. Because we were studying poetry in English. (The happiest time i've ever had in that class )
March 19, 201015 yr ah, better than anything I ever do in school. (any1 else find it weird that when I read this an Immortal Night(s) rpg ad showed up)
March 19, 201015 yr Author (I find that slightly strange and convienient) Well I AM in America...America is basically the land that was built on different cultures. Its hard not to unless we were reading on Native American Indians () And such.
March 19, 201015 yr We were built from different races too,and this formed our culture,but they just don't think like we have to know others cultures as well,they just say ours the most rich and things like that.It really gets on my nerves.
March 19, 201015 yr Author Hmm, pride for your heritage is good. But too much pride can kill a person.
March 19, 201015 yr People could just try to understand other cultures,ours isn't the best and there's no way a culture can be better than the other,we can't compare them,they're different there's no way.
The Werewolf and the Vampire
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"Get away from me!",
I had said,
"Try and flee!,
I shall get your head!",
I run past thick forests so old,
He chases me with touch so cold,
I knock trees in my path to divert,
But he jumps and sways with no hurt,
I try to run past trees so thick,
But he runs with speed so quick!,
"Leave me be! What have I done?",
"I'll hunt you down without the Sun.",
The trees above hide the sky,
The nature of that keeps his eye,
I run,
He flies,
With Sun,
He dies,
But the forest is so big!,
As I run my claws to dig,
My body warm,
I flee to my swarm,
Werewolves arrive,
This Vampire, soon, not to be, alive.