Saturday, August 24, 2013

A Sad Tail

For no rhyme or reason,
convicted of treason,
in the grandiose time of war!

He kicked and he shouted,
his angers spouted,
for he hadn't done nothing before.

His Mom's eyes full of tears,
and with sneers from his peers,
he was sent to a cell.

He spent all his time,
looking for an exit to climb,
and broke his neck as he fell.

This is actually for a short story I'm currently writing. If currently means the time I write this post.

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