Him (Free verse) by Sheeva
A time to cry
A time to share
The heart & soul so empty
So bare
Come now come all
To the enchanted ball
We dress in mosque
though when it turns dusk
He comes cloaked in darkness
Glistening scythe in hand
Oh the power which to harness
He turns to you
He turns he swings
Its done your gone
Feeling weightless now... Look wings!!
Come now come all
To the enchanted ball
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Arithmetic Mean: 9.0
Weighted score: 5.1897035
Overall Rank: 4766
Posted: May 21, 2009 8:48 AM PDT; Last modified: May 21, 2009 8:48 AM PDT
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