Fights have been fought and silent will settle,
walking again is like walking on nettle
Healthy sounds pounding on grounds,
shocked eyes looking away from the wounds
Calling for help and something to cover,
praying to god and farwelling the lover
Nothing can help you, you must rest in peace
and lay there when nature does as it please
When blood is spilled, the cold is breezing
your body start shaking, your bleeding and freezing
When your fighting With power, be on alert
when red liquid is drippling comes the cold of the hurt..
poem by me, SimpleScript
I was just bored so I decided to make something, I also feel a bit depressed since my aunts two horses had be put down because they where hurt when their barn went on fire and they paniced. I didn't really like them, but I feel sad for my aunt being sad..
But me and my big brother are saving money to get her a foal and we'r almost there ^.^
