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Shadows dance along
The endless strip of
Asphalt. I walk down the
Line of never ending black,
Never leaving my dispute with
The heat.

"A knocking at my chamber door,
The world shall end in ice.
Behold! The Light Brigade!
Tiger, Tiger, burning bright."

Words repeat, never-ceasing,
Echoing along the grey matter ramparts
That wall the language
Within.
What is this
To anyone else?

My limbs tremble with
Fatigue, sweat rolling,
Hitting the paved road ahead.
"When will this end?" I cry,
Stumbling in my stride as I
Fall to my knees.

My breath is short;
My hands are worn,
And my bones grow weary.
My arms shudder, as does
My body, pleading
For rest.

I look before me,
Lifting my head to the
Harsh light of day.
A society,
A people in the wind
Beckon me towards them.

I hear their words.
I see their bodies urging me
To come forward.
I look past them,
Seeing a page of white,
Alone and without purpose
Fluttering in the wind.

My hands curl into fists,
The pavement disappearing
Beneath them
As I lift myself to my feat

And feel the rains fall.
Well, it finally happened. After one year of being a member of Deviant Art, it finally happened. "What happened?" you may be asking. Well, I'll tell you.

I GOT 1,000 PAGEVIEWS!

*Fireworks go off in the distance*

YES! I have officially reached a milestone in my work as a literary artist! Now, I know that 1,000 pageviews probably isn't much for most people, but for me, it's an accomplishment. It means that I'm known, and gained a little notoriety along the way. If nothing else, it means that I'm better than I was the day before (or in this case, the year before).

So, this one's for you. All you future-animators, computer-virtuosos and nut-jobs that just like to screw around with Photoshop. This little piece is to the reason why I keep writing; for you guys. YOU are my motivation; you keep me thinking on what I should write next; what the theme should be and how it should be written. So I hope this pleases you in telling a story of triumph in the making.

Next Piece? A short story about a man that has lost everything.

Didn't see that coming, did you?
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dogyjoe Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2014   Writer
A long road I see ahead of you. You are quite good with literature, you feel the words which you write. Many only write to show what they can create with their imagination, but I see that you write to show what is within. And my friend imagination is only a fragment, a piece of a huge puzzle if you wish, and your works are quite a scenery, if one notices the messages which you have to share. Keep it up.

Love and Light.
Namaste.
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TheBandBrony Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2013  Student Writer
At first, this poem didn't really make sense to me. When it finally clicked, though, it clicked hard. What makes this poem so poignant is its communication of such a universal theme. We've all been there, disparaging about whatever may be holding us back only to press ourselves further for the sake of art. That feeling that it may suck at the time, but it'll be worth it in the end compels us to get up, like the protagonist, and walk.

Minor grammar thingy: "never ending" needs a hyphen.
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ThePenVsTheSword Featured By Owner May 3, 2013  Student Writer
This was pretty good. Has a nice glimpse of hope and the reason for why everyone keeps doing what they do in the end. And we all need that reminder from time to time.
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MintyMintamin Featured By Owner Jan 17, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I actually imagine Ifrit traveling with the captain, but he parked his boat a long away ways (is that how you say it? XD ).
And he feels the overwhelming amount of heat from the bodies of humans that he hasn't felt in a long time, so many at once. And the naked blazing sun, no longer unhampered by the leaves of the his home. Determine to meet his home, he trudges onward, eager to see his new home, the Sangue Padre.
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