Pilfering thoughts amidst the rush of the current
The realisation of truth like white eyes surprise
The pledge of allegiance, a pledge to deceive at best
Whisked away on foreign dreams, by familiar fiends
Sure as the shore a washed with blood, of hearts and failing love
And there they dance, a dance with death
And innocence paints the streets in red
The angels scream as banshees among the fallen and still
Mysteries unravelled with another six feet deep,
And footy foot long,
Greave…
Author notes
Forgive my absence but exams and game do keep one busy anyway now on holidays so enjoy this first entry in yet another long leave.
Written October 7th, 2006
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Wow... nicely done. IT is beautiful in its poetry even with such a death filled message. Nicely done. Check out "Inquisition" on my site when you get the chance. I think we are on the same page.
John
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I enjoyed this. It was different. I appreciate different. The vocabulary was well-chosen as well. Had an almost abstract quality to it. Keep up the good work.
_DF
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