Okay, so We had to come up with a new poem in creative writing, and I came up with one that I am half-way sort of proud of, but I knows my teach ain't gonna like it cause it does not match her criteria.
The darkness pours across the sky
the trees come to stand guard
bats are diving on the fly
there's no sound on ground or sky.
The come now, and they light the flame
they come to shed their skin
They come to hope the away the pain
they come to dance before the flame.
their shadows follow silently
their partners in the dance
They dance around so violently
the night continues silently
The darkness had poured across the sky
the trees had come to guard
The dance is done, they say goodbye
to don their skins, resume the lie
what doth thou think?
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