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Sir B Jun 2013
Its supposed to be beautiful
Its supposed to enchant you
and make you want for more

But.... *does it actually?
Sir B Jun 2013
Care for them
They are alive!!
They yearn for love
They yearn for your love

Give them water
Give them air
fresh air is considered best

And finally give them land
Loads of it
A little different from the usual poems
Sir B Jun 2013
The box,
It contains mysteries
Greater than anything
It contains powers unknown
Powers unheard of

*Can you control it?
It is "mystical" enough?
Sir B Jun 2013
What do I do??
Its summer I get it
But what to do?
I want to spend this summer with you
But you said you don't want me around
I suppose this summer will be like the few lonely ones

But hey
Admit to it that you had fun last summer
Haha
I am bored
Sir B Jun 2013
He will forever stand there
Guarding that piece of treasure

He will stand there lonely
He will stand there brave
He will stand there striking fear in the enemies

He will stand there.
Swords Raised
Shields drawn in front
Knives on sides
Battle Armor in position

That templar will protect the treasure
It is his duty
It is his choice
It is his life

And he will annihilate
and ******
to retrieve it
if stolen

The lonely templar
has seen the truth
and is still living

you haven't
so stop complaining about life.
Very random at end, I understand.
Sir B Jun 2013
Today
I met a ******* my bus home
She was different
She had a piercing in her nose
A black leather jacket
Black open toad shoes
Blue jeans
and a cup of coffee!

She looks so beautiful
So.....innocent
Yet.

Her face told you different stories
Her face was sad
Sadder than the moon
Her auburn hair was all up in her face
She clutched her iPhone tightly
waiting for someone to call..
But there was no call

She waited and waited
until my stop came
Then I left the bus
I don't know what happened next
but we can all hope for the best..
atleast
Sir B Jun 2013
There stands a lonely warrior
Unheard of.
Unknown of.
On his ships mast on the Mare Nostrum

He dared to endure it.
He dared to land into the sea of the Gods.
He dared to fight back their demons.
On the cost of his life.

He was the most daring of them all.
He was the beginning of his kind.
His courage was unmatched. He was better than Ares, himself.
He was going to defeat those demons. NOW.

He would defeat them,
but not just yet.
First he had to go through the sirens.

Their beautiful music
ohhh, it would enchant any sailor.
His first test would begin if he could get past them.
Their music would tear his heart apart
and if he landed on the shore
He would be ripped apart.

Next would be a few water monsters
Hydras, few land monsters
Then the demons
He would be prepared for them.

HE would take them down like.. Julius drinking his wine
But until he reached them.
He had time
Time to *prepare himself for what lay ahead
Inspiration from Percy Jackson series, though changed if you read the book. Also symbolizes my life a tiny bit! :P
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