Colby Butcher

In the end, the sky will be mellow
His eyes will dull, the spark fading.
His once burning will sizzles out,
In the end, the sun will be yellow
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They sit by the fire,
Old faces lined with age.
Stories are passed,
Teammates rekindle old flames.
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Brown eyes stare into brown eyes,
Chocolate into dusty brown.
Argue back and forth,
Snarky comments are passed,
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Water gurgles, sucking, pulling,
The once gleaming steel and iron body slowly
Slide down to its watery grave.
The captain shouts “abandon ship! ”
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The waves beat against the shore steadily,
The rhythmic thump reminds
one of a drum being played,
The lake shines with the glow of stars,
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It was siesta time in a small town in Mexico
The streets were as still as the tree branches with no wind.
The curtains were drawn in the stone house windows.
Outside the windows you could hear the starving half dead cats fighting over
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Tick tock tick tock the noise of the clock,
forgive those that do not know
for those that do know,
let them shine brighter,
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The cannons blast rifles fire
The men charge and run at each other
Smoke is thick as are the corpses
As the battle continues on,
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In the blink of an eye,
Time keeps ticking by,
Seasons change,
People live and die,
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