The night aproaches five to twelve
The gardens bleeding, First right tells
Our blood flows thick across the valley floor
Innocence has been slain like a dirty whore
Our children lay dead in the fields
By the poison that we yield into the water
Leaving the raven, Surging over our graves
Slowly reciting our names, To Satan
This has become the game, Of headless children...
Author notes
This is about war and the consequences we will have to pay at the end of time...
A contest entry
- Deeper into the Darkness by Dark Soul Reaper.
300 points, ended June 20, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Nice write. Very deep and full of feeling. It was really easy to read and get into. I could see what you were trying to describe.
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Save a life tonight as i linger inside this song
am left to feel the emotions of what war brings in tides as the waves rise and fall toward the end of life as we like to think we know good luck in the contest
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