Post by Sunsetfur on Oct 6, 2006 9:48:34 GMT -5
Here's my edited version of Dusty Ash - The Lament of a Burned Forest. Now it's edited to resemble non-fan-based poem, like the one in Warriors Poetry. I've replaced the Clan cat parts with woodland animals parts. Personally, I like it better this way. 
Enjoy.
Dusty ash, blackened ground
Burnt fragments of the trees
The woeful cry of the crow breaks the silence
Lamenting for all that is now lost
Gone are the days of green, of
The sun, the bittersweet memories
Now nothings, burned with the shattered
Remnants of the forest
A gentle wind stirrs what is left
Of the once-fertile woods
It ruffles the pelts of the traveling animals
Crossing the river into the blackened despair
Even the brightest of pelts are
Dimmed with ash and soot, but
The most terrible sight is their eyes,
Dimmed with ash and soot of loss
A small fox gives a terrified cry
His mother hushes him, trying her best to
Comfort her son in the burned despair
Of the dead forest
Life is difficult, choked with smoke
And painful memories
Of how it once was
Before the fire
But time goes on, marching solemly
Through blackened, choking time
Through the soot-stained snow of winter
The streams running black with ash in spring
But now, a young fox stalks
Through the trees, glistening with
Melted frost, still stained inky black
Searching for food to feed his starving mate and kit
A brown shape he spots by a tree
A rabbit! The first
Since the fire
Quickly, he moves in for the kill
He, his mate, and his kit eat well for the first time in so long
The prey has the scent of smoke, the
Ashen fur, reminding all of the tragedy
That claimed all green things
But now, as they eat, the foxes
Do not notice the sprigs of green blooming
From beneath the ash that has been
Carpeting the forest floor for so long
Now, they rejoice, they
Not only taste the meat, but the coal as well
Reminders of loss and blackness
Memoirs stained with soot are now new
The blacked trees soon crumble
To be replaced with small, new trees
Whispering in the wind with new promises
Of life after the fire
Still, the soot underneath the grass
The blackened logs and the land
Where no plants can ever grow now
Reminds the three of the days of dusty ash
And of the fire
It's not supposed to rhyme, by the way. PLEASE don't post a comment saying "Why dosn't it rhyme, Sunny?", because that's how I wrote it. Thanks. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
Enjoy.Dusty ash, blackened ground
Burnt fragments of the trees
The woeful cry of the crow breaks the silence
Lamenting for all that is now lost
Gone are the days of green, of
The sun, the bittersweet memories
Now nothings, burned with the shattered
Remnants of the forest
A gentle wind stirrs what is left
Of the once-fertile woods
It ruffles the pelts of the traveling animals
Crossing the river into the blackened despair
Even the brightest of pelts are
Dimmed with ash and soot, but
The most terrible sight is their eyes,
Dimmed with ash and soot of loss
A small fox gives a terrified cry
His mother hushes him, trying her best to
Comfort her son in the burned despair
Of the dead forest
Life is difficult, choked with smoke
And painful memories
Of how it once was
Before the fire
But time goes on, marching solemly
Through blackened, choking time
Through the soot-stained snow of winter
The streams running black with ash in spring
But now, a young fox stalks
Through the trees, glistening with
Melted frost, still stained inky black
Searching for food to feed his starving mate and kit
A brown shape he spots by a tree
A rabbit! The first
Since the fire
Quickly, he moves in for the kill
He, his mate, and his kit eat well for the first time in so long
The prey has the scent of smoke, the
Ashen fur, reminding all of the tragedy
That claimed all green things
But now, as they eat, the foxes
Do not notice the sprigs of green blooming
From beneath the ash that has been
Carpeting the forest floor for so long
Now, they rejoice, they
Not only taste the meat, but the coal as well
Reminders of loss and blackness
Memoirs stained with soot are now new
The blacked trees soon crumble
To be replaced with small, new trees
Whispering in the wind with new promises
Of life after the fire
Still, the soot underneath the grass
The blackened logs and the land
Where no plants can ever grow now
Reminds the three of the days of dusty ash
And of the fire
It's not supposed to rhyme, by the way. PLEASE don't post a comment saying "Why dosn't it rhyme, Sunny?", because that's how I wrote it. Thanks. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
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