"Oh, what a tangled web we weave
"When first we practice to decieve."
The men nodded slowly, pleased with the beginning of one of the poetry contest's submissions.
The tangled webbing blocked
And proved my efforts all to naught
The bugs chittered knowingly, bulbous eyes glinting.
The spider she came carefully
Tickled me so darefully
Frowns appeared in the gathered crowd.
Her venom, soft and sweet
But her consumption, not so neat
Alarmed, the bugs began to scramble away from the approaching menace.
And here I am, come to tell
Of the passion, straight from hell
The spiders surroun
Lost but not forgotten,
broken but not beyond fix.
My edges are wounds,
my nicks are cuts I will not miss.
What is a sword,
without the arm to yield it,
An arrow,
without the bow to bring a hit.
I am the target,
hit by many,
hit deep,
My blood is only stuffing,
watch the ground it litters at my feet.
I am the skin,
watch the blade that punctures deep;
punctures hard,
punctures steep.
Watch the ground,
where it litters at my feet.
What is beast,
without a master.
The shadow,
without the fog.
I am the seperation,
the love,
the song.
I am warrior,
hunter—
tress,
and mare.
I am lonely,
I am heartfelt,
at the same
It's the start of..... Snow Ball Fight 2005-2006 !!!!
One rule to this game....
You can't hit someone who has already hit you!
Now... go out there and get as many people as you can, before they get you!