In the land where little ever do we see water from the sky
now falls all around the anger of the gods in liquid torrents
I look out through the windows in my little room
this collage in the middle of of a war torn land
my shades, like bars on a prison cell, close with a loud creak
follows soon, the sound of my plush bathrobe
falling from my shoulders like the rain outside
my skin, still flush from the scorching shower, begins to sweat
feeling the chill, I move to turn on a light
with a pop, the lightbulbs all die, I am left in the dark
searching blindly for my fishnets
the game is tonight, and he exspects me, and I must go
this game, not of my home, played on ice
many times found one of those sharpend blades, pressed tight to my throat
I do as I'm told, by this hockey playing foreigner
My life in this small community
My hell on this shattered earth......


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I decided to see if I could do a narrative poem, using all the words. How'd I do? I kinda had to do it that way. I did say one challange at a time, per person, and you landed me with that! If you want them seperate, you gonna hafta post'em seperate! What do you think? Sorry for the darness, I'm kinda mooding like that latly!