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My verse for the Elements Tourney....Only got 3 votes....Not much of a topical head so was lookin for more feed
Night rose, flakes are falling shadowing his sight post like a white ghost His canteens ice, froze, he sighs: “great”, then hydrates with some light snow Still, with his eyes closed he tries to rest, a tired mess tucked inside his vest No fires left, frost is in his hair with the frigged air that’s engulfed his entire chest Desires swept, his match was met, at the bottom standing at disasters steps But passions kept, he sets off remembering the pep talk and tears that the pastor wept The thought is sober…See, Sergeant Graves just had a battle and lost his soldiers His haunted soul hurts, cause all he can picture..is them, disfigured and crossing over He gains composure, bullets fly in the foreground; he has 7 mags each with four rounds Looking for more now, searching the dead with evil lurking its head, he’s northbound Ammunitions restored, proud, Sarge finds a grenade, and a soldier left to die in a grave There’s a pulse! Light as it may, he’s alive, and as a soldier, ready to fight for the brave He revives him in place..and they march to the fight, leaving behind the dark of the night They embark to the site; led with pride towards the gunpowder that sparks n ignites Reaching a distance that’s safe they commence fire while the enemy’s stricken with strafe In a subliminal state and in urgency; he nervously fires 10 bullets, but misses with 8 His only soldier takes a hit to the face, 1 round n he’s gunned down, submission to fate Graves shoots magazines number four…five, through the blood and the gore thrives The type to see the fear through your eyes and intensify it with an overwhelming war cry He’s a fighter, had bouts, so the conflict angers him, he detours from the sad route Full of hate n being mad shouts: “frag out!” and grabs the last rounds from his mag pouch Unloaded the clip in a massive rage, masses slain, no chance of stopping, there was no sign Yet it’s a shame, Graves should have disengaged, but was lost in the war with his own mind When the smoke cleared and with hope near, he discovered it was friendly fire the whole time |
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White Earl
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This a dope verse. Don't sleep
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Sergeant Slaughter
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Join Date: Aug 2013
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really liked this over all. like how you broke up your rhyming, it was refreshingly simple. sometimes it felt like you were rhyming with the same emphasis in every line though. good wording mostly. liked the opening the most. good rhyming scheme.
the plot was pretty good, didnt relate to your character too much but i was interested ni the action more than most action topicals, and your conclusion was pretty cool. keep writing dude.
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