Visions of War

October 12, 2010
Frozen fields have no mercy for a shovel.
Whispers in the wind,
'Til the end,
Your faithful friend.

The sands of time slip slowly by.
An endless shore shines,
Radiant and red.
A guilty gulf filled with the life of the dead.

Sand underfoot captures one final photo.
Proud men sin and fall in to the rift.
The long line leading to a red sea,
Right off a cliff.

Search the skies for souls to steal.
Search the sands for tags to sift.
Fight fire with fire with no free will to feel.
For a faceless king, Forever you must kneel.
You give your life for him to deal.
Too late to realize your fate is real.





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MatthewMarshall said...
Oct. 26, 2010 at 3:13 pm
self bump! i need to win so... >.> feel free to comment :P
 
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