Timothy Long

Rookie - 266 Points (September 11 1996 / Auburn, New York)

The Angel - Poem by Timothy Long

The clouds were heaving with angst and sorrow. For a legend died today, all because of a great cause that he believed in. The rain dropped to the ground in weeping teardrops that touched the faces of thousands. The thunder sparked the black sky with delirious madness. The hated tyrant and beloved mytr died to end a bloody war and to free a trapped race of the slaved. That man is the great Abraham Lincoln. Abe was assassinated by the evil who he tried to help. Killed by a traitor and south lover John Wilkes Booth. There is a saying once, he belongs to the angels now. And that is where he is now.

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  • Gold Star - 10,863 Points David Wood (4/16/2013 6:17:00 AM)

    A great story that kept me interested. A good write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 16, 2013

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