On the window sill.
Its wings illustrious with thrill.
A wingspan wider than the air.
The skies had found its new heir.
This was not to last.
Human intervention with a blast.
Silver bullet through his rainbow chest.
The prince had fallen; who was to be next?
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There is a great story told in this poem. The rhyming was perfect as I read. I kept up with the beat, which was really good. A good beat means that the reader could read it well. You only have one minor error, which I'll help fix.
First line: "window sill" is "windowsill." One word.
I always find that word is always misspelled because it sounds like two words. Oh, well, what can you do about that? Any other way, I love the poem. Though it's short and bittersweet, it gets the message across.
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This was actually a really good poem. Beautiful and gives off a grand message.
I do have a few nitpicks thought.
I think that some of the lines could've been lengthened.
This could be made into a whole sentence itself.
Here I'll show you:
This could also be put into a whole sentence.
Other than that, it was brilliant. My favorite line in the entire poem would have to be:
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It's well written, In my thoughts I think when it refers to the 'prince'. Your talking about the center of nature itself. Trees, right?
I loved this poem and you've earned yourself a 9 1/2/10.
Great Job!
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With love, Scarlet; Scout of the Sycamore Cabin
I like this poem! Sad, but true.
Hello handsome.
So this is a really pretty poem. Which is unusual for you because there isn't any blood :p
This is all very metaphorical and it's purddy durddy language. I like that.
The bird is obviously the main focus of this stanza. I don't think you've really written about nature before but this was really good.
And you couldn't just have a happy work could ya :p
I should have guessed. There was ALMOST blood with this in reference to the bullet, but somehow you managed to keep it clean. A bird could resemble peace and lilac is a fairly timid colour.
This was clever. And ending with a rhetorical question is always a killer. What happens next!?
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