Tuesday, October 28, 2008

My Invocation

Tell me muse about the young boys of many miles. About the times they dashed into the harsh winter of a amazing city. On the journey to find warmth. Theyre bodies suffered mind numbing cold. Numb toes and fingers, sore feet. Dying to reach a warm destination with these boys soon to be men thogether they push something like a team. Quiting isnt a opition if it was the winter would freeze theyre bodies like water in the fridge.

it was 15 lines on paper
It might not be as good as haarstads but its cool