the unwritten story
full of passion,
love,
and glory
through the straights of Gibraltar
to the round table of the knights of Malta
I fought for the thrill of the kill,
I've battled for the rush of adrenaline,
I even entered the realm of hades
to bring him to his knees,
but I couldn't withstand the fire he breathes;
the untold story:
one of passionlessness,
guts and gory,
with ravenous animals running ramp-ed,
its official,
take it to the post office and stamp it;
our unwritten story,
filled with reciprocated love,
mutual respect and a retarded dialect
speaking on the stars and moons,
contemplating diving in the lagoon
during the next monsoon
hating that our time ends so soon,
but loving the fact that the future holds mo' betta blues;
our unwritten story
full of pigment,
vigor,
vibrant color,
and elaborate wonder,
people shocked and amazed how we withstand acid rain
like a drizzle of salt water;
they say life is survival of the fit...