For all you person who read the "Strange Poem" Thread
will have heard about the paper I found on a tree. Well I went back to check around and I found another one in the same spot. It kind of creeps me out but intrigues me at the same time. This one is getting weird but here it is. What can you guys make of it?
http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/18.195303-Strange-Poem
Little Sammy always loved the wire fence, it reminded her of the days long ago when the fence was gone. Not that she particularly liked those days, but surely they were prominent in her life.
Shimmering sun drifted off the petals and leaves of the vine tree. Which sat pleasant and strong. A small man in a hut of pink looked up to see the bright tree but hesitated for warning of the witch-goddess Drakinbo might appear and wreak havoc. He jumped out of his house to marvel at it but it vanished as he did so. Left the ground and all seemed sad. Even the sun did not enjoy its wealth without the tree. Where had it gone? The little man shouted at the ground and ordered it to return the tree. The ground did not listen. It kept silent and still. When the day broke into night the tree remained gone and the man was deteriorating. His beard had shed and he knew it was over. Drakinbo must be sitting on his throne watching pompously as the man fell apart. Maybe she didnt even watch, she just sat and slept. Either way this would not settle. Did the man know it was Drakinbo who had done this? how could he? he heard of a power so great but it never shown itself to be true. He determined himself to go after the Drakinbo. He did not know what it was, what it had done or why it had done it. But the anger he confessed proved these words. Never could eyes light up without emotion. But the mans eyes lit bright red. Glowing ever steady through the dark nights and the days. No pain could be seen through the glow, no emotion. The glow was just a glow. Darted through the plain. No trees? where are the trees?!? Heaving breath and tired legs were just an unseen obstacle as the ground blurred under his feet. Power was building in his bones and the glow spread along the lines of his veins. He halt at the castle. The wirey frame towered above him as he roared in anguish. The enegry that flowed in his self exposed itself as he shot up the side of the castle roaring and crying to whatever lived inside. The castle laid baron and dead and evil. He got inside fuming with anger and hate. As he arrived he saw it on the pile of chaotic mess and gold. The corpse seemed to rot in front of his eyes. Drakinbo was with eyes of glaze. The man fell onto the pile and cried as the red disappeared from his eyes. Sorrow taking place of hate. Why is he sad? He doesnt say. He sits without saying and lays there. Hugging the corpse before stabbing it with the needle he brought. Nothing would do and the man was empty. He fell over the remains and died there. With no sound or sight but blackness.
Little Sammys eyes were glazed as she stared at the fence, letting the drool ooze from her mouth. All was gone. None were left. And none will ever be. -Edanomel
Shimmering sun drifted off the petals and leaves of the vine tree. Which sat pleasant and strong. A small man in a hut of pink looked up to see the bright tree but hesitated for warning of the witch-goddess Drakinbo might appear and wreak havoc. He jumped out of his house to marvel at it but it vanished as he did so. Left the ground and all seemed sad. Even the sun did not enjoy its wealth without the tree. Where had it gone? The little man shouted at the ground and ordered it to return the tree. The ground did not listen. It kept silent and still. When the day broke into night the tree remained gone and the man was deteriorating. His beard had shed and he knew it was over. Drakinbo must be sitting on his throne watching pompously as the man fell apart. Maybe she didnt even watch, she just sat and slept. Either way this would not settle. Did the man know it was Drakinbo who had done this? how could he? he heard of a power so great but it never shown itself to be true. He determined himself to go after the Drakinbo. He did not know what it was, what it had done or why it had done it. But the anger he confessed proved these words. Never could eyes light up without emotion. But the mans eyes lit bright red. Glowing ever steady through the dark nights and the days. No pain could be seen through the glow, no emotion. The glow was just a glow. Darted through the plain. No trees? where are the trees?!? Heaving breath and tired legs were just an unseen obstacle as the ground blurred under his feet. Power was building in his bones and the glow spread along the lines of his veins. He halt at the castle. The wirey frame towered above him as he roared in anguish. The enegry that flowed in his self exposed itself as he shot up the side of the castle roaring and crying to whatever lived inside. The castle laid baron and dead and evil. He got inside fuming with anger and hate. As he arrived he saw it on the pile of chaotic mess and gold. The corpse seemed to rot in front of his eyes. Drakinbo was with eyes of glaze. The man fell onto the pile and cried as the red disappeared from his eyes. Sorrow taking place of hate. Why is he sad? He doesnt say. He sits without saying and lays there. Hugging the corpse before stabbing it with the needle he brought. Nothing would do and the man was empty. He fell over the remains and died there. With no sound or sight but blackness.
Little Sammys eyes were glazed as she stared at the fence, letting the drool ooze from her mouth. All was gone. None were left. And none will ever be. -Edanomel
guess ill figure it out myself lol. 
