My Senses

Just wanted to see what I could come up with. About your senses. How they are sharp. With dreams and shadows.

My senses are sharpened

The will has toughened

Into a planet I go

With a shadow of a dream

The darkness surrounds me

In destiny I stand

Come here little man

The slaughter comes fast

You are over your rank

The soul is a pawn

Why so aloof?

It is not dainty

Your pride may get wounded

So by repetition clinched

My mind in a whirl

Like thunder in a storm

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[Elizabeth]

"The darkness surrounds me
In destiny I stand
Come here little man
The slaughter comes fast"
amazing lines. really love this poem