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Author: WarGrowl90
Fiction Rated: K - English - Poetry - Published: 10-09-02 - Updated: 10-09-02 - id:1006064
Spirits

Spirits, give me wings to fly.

Give me strength so I may try.

Give me strength to learn, O God.

So I can leap out of this earthen sod.

I'll not let my people die.

I'll not hear my people cry.

I am one and we are all.

Now we will stand, or we will fall.

This will stop forevermore.

When they sound the drums of war.

The Call Of Nature

The raven comes

In the night.

It's wings outspread,

Taking flight.

The bronze eagle

Flies by its side.

The mighty lion

With his majestic stride.

The slithering snake

Glides upon the ground

Striking fast,

Without a sound.

The lightning strikes.

The wind blows cold.

The wolf has come

As he was told.



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