The Barren
Across the pale lit sky
A blanket of stars did shine
Across the barren lands
A mighty myst did rise
A shadow was cast upon the both
Which made an eerie sight
And casted all event in mystery
And I left everything out of sight
They only thing that could be made out
Was a shrilling scream
Which traveled a distance, far and wide
And cross the darken stream
No one would ever speak
Of the sound they heard that night
No one would won think of it
For their hearts would fill with fight
Until one day, a voice rang out
Across the barren lands
It called to all those people
Who would come and stand
So listen to this tale I tell
And remember these fearful words
One day in the future
The time will come to fight
Copyright © Tabitha Moyer | Year Posted 2005
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