Todays poem

[calleharnemark]

Ah I got a note.
But there is nothing left to read.
It's in my boat.
It has been washed away indeed.

It was nothing important anyway.
I need to stay calm.
Just a weather report from yesterday.
I see happiness in my palm.

[calleharnemark]

Are you a boat?
Eat it now.
Is it going down your throat?
You are hungry as a cow.

I hear a word from your lung.
It was a nice tone.
Then I heard you sung.
It rang in my every bone.

[calleharnemark]

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[calleharnemark]

I found you.
Together we escape.
You scared me too.
We got it all on tape.

Away from the lands of trolls.
You are an islander.
To the land of lucky rolls.
Now you will be a moonlander.

[calleharnemark]

I got the tape.
You fly higher.
You got the grape.
You satisfy my desire.

The future looks dark.
It's not a choice.
I hear you bark.
We are no toys.

[calleharnemark]

Stranger is away.
Now he leaves.
He stay one day.
We other grieves.

We have no choice.
We will not survive.
We have to gather girls and boys.
We can never thrive.

[calleharnemark]

The future is dark.
It will be all the same.
You hear the higher levels bark.
He won't leave the game.

Go for it.
Fight back.
Take a hit.
No time to slack.

[calleharnemark]

This is the end.
No time to try.
A final message to send.
Our enemies won't die.

But he is up high.
He watches you.
You hear him sigh.
He has a sword too.

[calleharnemark]

Todays your unlucky day.
You feel it in your heart.
I need to you to say:
You won't hit with that dart.

You can't achieve anything.
Other days are easily crazy.
You can just sing.
This day your brain is lazy.

[calleharnemark]

The future looks white.
They have time to sort.
The higher players are always right.
On insults the trolls are never short.

They even think I am one of them.
I never meant to hurt.
I try to make my poem into a gem.
But someone is always alert.