as clocks chimes to 6 PM
the awakening comes into play
this day will never be the same
this day, this night, this is the way
adrenaline rises as this comes around that corner
feet prancing lightly across to friends
laughter rings upon the trio's ears
as we three walk down this open lane
newed with the old
as the grand entrance swings open from deep slumber
step up to the plate
and ajoin these old kindred spirits
days of old new young
of so called sleepovers
are nothing but Zombies of Awakening for the day
as our game faces still glued on
just like a fiction story
parts of the tall tales becomes ever so true
one bested by one's other own game
another split the royals from one to 14
possibility of chance so slim
but knowingly its always mysterious
as we drift off under the sunshine to play
with the our little minds into play
no sleep here or there
but little embers of fire just grew bigger
not the same with more the merrier anymore
but the outcome of playing always stays the same
from one who come late
passing night brought out
the acer, the Mario, the snorter, and the writer
take this ride only once in a while or meet the doom of
Zombies of the Awakening FOREVER muhahaha...jk
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem