Oh!
The sweet taste of the sweet blood that
flows through the brutal veins beside
you
Your quiet spirit awakes the dead, that
sleeps with the eternal end
Close your eyes so the sight can and will
be for ever open, away from the warm sun
that is dark within
Speak to the everlasting smile, that sits
upon the left hand of all creation
Wash your hands with the cleanest dirt
so the stars reflect no light, as it
is with them it is not with you
The false that walk, shall fall forever
more, with as who ever forgets the for
gotten soldiers..
A contest entry
- Chaotic Poetry by Melodies.
600 points, ended January 11, 2008, 14 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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OOooooooooooooo!! How very deep and wonderfully penned!
Making me admire and think, "WOW!" 
Do more!
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I love it! The background is so perfect for this poem. Congrats on the silver.
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This is quite madly brilliant, actually!
I am so impressed by this poem… made me really appreciate your talent. The imagery here is worth examining and pondering. 
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