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Ensemble of the Dead

Harkee
Long gone are we
Here me dwelleth this Earth no more
Where doth the hammer fall hardest?
To leave us in pieces shatter’d

The Dead are we
Plant a rose for our stead
Praise our blood that hath been shed
We have perish’d for thee

Must we waketh up without thee
In dying I only feel apathy
From the seed which planteth my tree

Author notes

It's not perfect yet, I'm going to fix it up some more
Written November 27th, 2004

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  • Alahmorah
    December 30, 2004
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    I enjoyed this!! We are so alike...Look forward to more from you!
    Love and Blessings, Ashlee aka Alahmorah


  • lucetta
    December 13, 2004
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    I love the language you used in this. It's very beautiful and at the same time bleak.


  • Exo
    December 1, 2004
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    Ha..same thing AMP65 said. I really enjoyed this poem. I like this line: "From the seed which planteth my tree"
    I took this poem out of a spiritual slavery..it might not be what its suppose to be but thats how I took it. Loved it. Hope to see more soon

    -nicci

  • iloveme
    November 27, 2004
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    It is very hard not to bite the hand that feeds you isn't it?