Chapter 197 - The Frail
Submitted January 4, 2008 Updated April 20, 2009 Status Incomplete | Yes, I did it again. Just five seconds ago. *cries* I had 16 up...and i put one up twice...then tried to delete the duplicate...and i deleted the story...crap...
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Chapter 197 - The Frail
Chapter 197 - The Frail
flarf poem; words searched: The Count of Monte Cristo and The Storm of Souls (because I felt like it.)
The Frail
A storm erupts
Soul of man
Watches helplessly
Crashes against
Treacherous
Sensitive souls
Terrible and sinister storm
Thrity-two million souls
Carried me along
Keep your own counsel
Not breathing a word
To any living soul
Face a perfect storm
For the souls lost
In endless time
Remain perfectly quiet
For your life
Living in these frozen wastes
Look into the storm and shout
"Do your worst...
For I will do mine."
Wealth and steely determination
Manipulates events
Upon a fearfully great scale
Greif is like a storm at sea
Upon my soul
The haughty and disdainful
With the air of one
Long acquainted
The Count
Hurry to my place of shelter
Far from the tempest and storm
Souls of black
You will see that the storm will pass
But when we are forced to leave
We will leave a part of our souls behind
And the excessive
The frail
A small population of five
Or even six thousand souls
They will mobilize men
Like the endless pebbles of the sea.
The Frail
A storm erupts
Soul of man
Watches helplessly
Crashes against
Treacherous
Sensitive souls
Terrible and sinister storm
Thrity-two million souls
Carried me along
Keep your own counsel
Not breathing a word
To any living soul
Face a perfect storm
For the souls lost
In endless time
Remain perfectly quiet
For your life
Living in these frozen wastes
Look into the storm and shout
"Do your worst...
For I will do mine."
Wealth and steely determination
Manipulates events
Upon a fearfully great scale
Greif is like a storm at sea
Upon my soul
The haughty and disdainful
With the air of one
Long acquainted
The Count
Hurry to my place of shelter
Far from the tempest and storm
Souls of black
You will see that the storm will pass
But when we are forced to leave
We will leave a part of our souls behind
And the excessive
The frail
A small population of five
Or even six thousand souls
They will mobilize men
Like the endless pebbles of the sea.
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