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    Default The Clash (Poem; Red vs. Gold)

    Take that feeling of hopelessness
    And wipe it from your face
    That frown will get you nowhere,
    And yet nowhere you will go.

    Listen to the snow that breathes
    On this glacial mountaintop.
    The summit watches you, and it
    Laughs at your marked cowardice.

    It is telling you to turn away,
    For the God that rests atop this crest
    Holds a crown of blizzards,
    The blood of dragons on his collar.

    Slicing open the girths of faeries
    That bleed harsh cold and despair.
    A boy—a sapling—a man like you
    Could never brave the victorious screams.

    You trudge onwards, yet,
    Like the fool that you are.
    Can you hear that sound, above
    This blistering hurricane of ice?

    It is him, and he is roaring,
    Cackling at your vain cries and struggles.
    He taunts you with his voice, daring you
    To reach the top and touch him.

    The exit is a solace to the scorching,
    Searing
    Winter.
    But you are not alone.

    Upon this mountaintop, you have
    Never once,
    Not even one,
    Been alone.

    He is in the distance, and yet
    You can hear him singing.
    It is a requiem that funerals wilt,
    Your celebration having lost spirits gained.

    He is but a shadow before you,
    A Delphic majesty, hewn
    Like a marble canvas without fail
    Standing to the tests of weather and rhythm.

    He dares you to come forward
    With his championship eyes.
    Red from ire and the
    Air around him frozen like death.

    Masters have fallen to their knees
    Before him; this God of all creation.
    Men have turned to disheartened beasts,
    Doomed to wander the world in his favor.

    But you refuse to be one of them,
    Fall into pawn at the hand of this avatar.
    It is your time now—for this God too,
    He rose from nothing, as have you.

    He sees you and he smiles,
    As if greeting your timid frame,
    As if he wants to devastate your valor
    And claim it for his own.

    You know now that there is no turning back,
    Because here he is before you,
    Drifting in the darkening storm
    That separates mortal from legend.

    He reaches for one sphere.
    It is red and it is white, and contains
    A warrior of which you have never
    Encountered before. Never once.

    Your hands shaking, you reach for your own,
    Your eyes blur with tears of menace
    As his grin grows wider, the power
    Around him crushes your sanity.

    Your vision now disappears,
    And you fall blind to your fright.
    The only picture now that stands
    Is the phantom of him, sphere in hand.

    Ready to make his move,
    He bores his eyes into your skull
    As your eyes go black around you,
    And your focus cries from the sight.

    There are no words; and you
    Know that there is no need for any.
    Final is not correct; final is not for this.
    Final means the end. Final means over.

    This.

    This is just the beginning.

    Of the end.
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    Is this a multi part poem.
    They say if you press cntrl and W you get to see the programming of a website after making a signature with 3 ws and 8qs
    Fanfics I like that are still in production: Author's Run, Pokémon emerald the better version

    This the aquabats song awesome forces:
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dx4sL0w3SHM
    and here is their song shark fighter: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3wchrctxFo

    I NEED A BETA READER!
    Check out my fic.
    http://www.serebiiforums.com/showthr...2#post14945242

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    No, this is a one-part poem.
    Icon by *Mimeko on Deviantart


    "Strong Pokemon. Weak Pokemon. That is only the selfish perception of people. Truly skilled trainers should try to win with their favorites."

    Fanfiction.net account: http://www.fanfiction.net/~silentprotagonist000
    Deviantart account: http://silent--protagonist.deviantart.com/

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