The Birth of the Gobi Desert
Po Leung Kuk Choi Kai Yau School, Kyle Wong, Poetry: Group 3
In the middle of the wilderness,
there lies the Gobi desert.
With a heat of madness,
it blazes until it hurts.
The evil ruled the land,
and ten were born through things common as sand.
The ten were great,
they fought till there were eight.
The two who were slain,
in hope of returning again,
fought with their hope,
but forever their soul,
belongs to the realm of the dead.
From eight down to five,
another three were dead.
But they did not mourn nor were sad,
for victory lays ahead.
From five became two,
and they knew their days were short.
So they fought with their every breath,
until two became the one,
the one who holds the goal,
and the one with final hope.
The last was sacrificed,
and the evil was sliced.
Shards of evil thrown to edges of worlds,
but one was left in the desert,
and was treated as normal as dirt.
But the man who held the power,
took it and turned lonely,
and rained the evil down like dust on his land.
And to stop this evil,
Go stepped forward.
Go as high and glows.
