Phase 5-9

Poetry (Rhyme Scheme)

Fortress



"3+/-3"



Phase 5



Fear is for the weak. I know we're pawns. Six is the number. This game will cease. World... know fear.



Within the darkness stood the truth

A perfect cover to erase the view

Silver flickered across the sky

While fire hypnotically entranced the eye

I finally hear the distant tone

The breeze still ponders happily alone

Exiles breathed excessively

Those privileged couldn't stand a week

My goodness the scene has turned so cold

At least the chaos never grows old

Will this tell the tale of men

Maybe the light is where to begin

Within the darkness stood the truth

A perfect cover to erase the view



End of Phase 5