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February 22, 2011 / justinbatalden

Part 4 a really short poem

The End. . . .

The ground explodes sending earth in all directions
screams fill the atmosphere
as the voices are sent into the air
black blur shoots through the hole
spreading it’s wings covering the sun
the only light was the raging fire
that emitted itself from the chest of the flying beast
it produced a noise so loud it caused all ears to die
leaving only the few that were asleep
with one sweep of its wings
a wall of fire engulfed the earth

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  1. Kendall Sant / Feb 28 2011 11:47 AM

    I love this poem because it gives me the excuse I’ve been looking for to use the word tetralogy.
    e.g: “My tetralogy is bigger than your trilogy.”
    “That poem was tetralog-tastic”
    “Justin’s tetralogy is so magnificent it deserves a clone wars mini-series.”

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