Friday, 14 March 2014

Champions of Hidden Death!

I am the one who will stand before you
I am the isolated chill that will rise upon your spine
The conundrum is what I am
When you are with me you know you are not fine
I have broken every lousy soul
I know your impossible goal
I will stand so brave and tall
I will summon an army so you will fall
I am the god of painful goals you see
You know you will never beat me


By Ellie G  Yr 6
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3 comments:

  1. Ashfieldblog14 March 2014 at 21:39

    That phrase - isolated chill - is so spot on for this reader. It makes me feel so cold and lonely.

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  2. Anonymous15 March 2014 at 22:33

    To Ellie I love your poem
    From Annabelle

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  3. Anonymous16 March 2014 at 14:33

    good work really loved the ending

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