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ALLIETHORN7

Still Finding my Serenity
Wednesday, February 15, 2006

All right, so its a poem... SO WHAT!!! It's 'bout Serenity Valley (I think)... My first Firefly POem, don't laugh... or at least don't let me hear you!


CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 2013    RATING: 10    SERIES: FIREFLY

I watch this world turn, I see my friends spurn, The last of all, last to fall.

We fought and fell, In the fiery hell, That plauged this cursed land.

WE lost the land, To the Devils man, And god of mine would lend a hand.

We saw the maw, The hungry jaws, Of the demons sevenfold.

The angels soared, o'er head, Left many of us for dead, Our minds untethered, our days were sped.

We cried out, and shot them down, They regarded us with lordly frowns, And there screams, they shook the ground.

There, 'pon the blood drenched ground, My face laid bare, for all to see. While still finding my Serenity.

COMMENTS

Wednesday, February 15, 2006 4:32 AM

ALLIETHORN7


Okay, its my first poem for Firefly, but not my first actual poem...say what cha like 'bout it, it just popped into my head one day.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006 5:44 AM

SHINYTALENT


I really loved this, you have such strong imagery, I definitely didn't laugh at it
:)

Wednesday, March 1, 2006 9:20 AM

BELLONA


couldn't laugh. too busy sobbing over the poor soldiers and wanting to kill the purplebellies. agree with shinytalent: strong imagery.

b


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