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The air is clear, but then is white.
A beautiful whisp in a frozen sky.
As gone as quick as it was made be.
A wonderful thing it is to be free.

A sound, a noise, a glimpse of fate.
Aproacing at speed, with no love or hate.
A monster of steel, no emotion to show.
A streak of white light that leaves scars in the snow.
As the scars get deeper and the enemy aproaches.
My consious starts reeling with fear most abundant.
A impact, a pain, flying up through the air.

White, red, black, the order goes.

A mother, a daughter, left in tears.
A puddle, a resting place, no more fears.
Heartless, Souless, again and again.
The monsters keep coming to carry out their sin.
A splatter, another, as all goes black.
A consiousness fading in the silver night.
A family weeps as it will for years.
A sheilding of eyes as come more tears.
A scream wreakes the night as a body flows.
Disrespected, forgotten, all alone.
Once a model now a empty shunned soul.

Where went the beauty and where went the grace?
They lay there hidden, in half of a face.
A empty stare, a blood red moon.
Mark another night in a timeless doom.

So you have two and I have four?
Yet I have less and you have more.
So I have four and you have two?
Is forgetting me the right thing to do?
Ask yourself this as I fly away.
Free at last from a tortured stay.



(C) willplay1a 2012
This is a short poem about Roadkill. I hate how people run over animals without even trying to avoid them. Then, the body is run over again and again with no respect for the beautiful creature it is and was. Please slow down. Speeding kills.

" Everyday in the U.S., 190 million motor vehicles hit the road, and one million animals get hit by motor vehicles. That's counting cars, buses, motorbikes, and trucks, but not ATVs, snowmobiles and other off-road vehicles.

For every dead animal counted, three or four more die unnoticed. Even at 55 m.p.h., we smell the remains of far more dead skunks than we see. The walking wounded die far from the road, so only instantly killed animals are seen and get counted" -[link]

This poem is written by, and copyright to, me. Please ask permission before posting it anywhere. I hold all rights.

(C) willplay1a 2012
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Saphirylis Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Wow, this is a beautiful poem, very moving and it has a rythm 'cause of the rimes you made :) I love how you wrote this :heart: Btw, I like writing poems too :) you can read them if you want :)
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InfiniteGlitter13 Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
hi
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willplay1a Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2013  Student General Artist
yay!!!
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rainbowseaturtle Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2013
This is a really good poem!
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willplay1a Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2013  Student General Artist
Thanks random person that I don't know and isn't in my class :P
XD *gives hug for nice comment*
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TheTalentless Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2012  Student General Artist
Incredible.
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willplay1a Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2012  Student General Artist
Wow, thanks so much!!! It's the first time I've tried poetry that wasn't REQUIRED for class.
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