i capture the wildest beast ever man has made, <br />guarded the hummock of an angry lion in the dungeon <br />and swim the deepest sea; even catch the green shark of <br />no man had ever timed <br /> <br />i am may be fooled in your witchcraft and escape <br />of your poison of magic and naked my soul in the pasture <br />of a hungry mob, yet! my day is not over, i was born to <br />be strong and wild to face this adversities; drunk the <br />illusion that close my heart and hold my breath of <br />entity, a pasture of my escape resonate my powerless <br />spirit of vanity <br /> <br />i may be a loser of your heart, leaving with open <br />and wounded blood, as the scars of mark eluded my <br />spirited being, all seems easy to believe, forgetting that <br />my resist make you mad <br /> <br />sensing that a winner is coming to get the prize, your <br />whole body is ready to release for a victor never give and <br />fade the night, leaving its prey to hold and snare its <br />whole some taste of flesh <br /> <br />start the galleon to ship a way and leave no mistake <br />to fight the love enemy to the ground and rise the flag <br />of unity....it’s over and the night has to fall, for another <br />dawn is coming.... thank you dear darling<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-a-loser-yet-a-winner/
