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Red-Wind Hill

January 10, 2014
By Opticalillusion DIAMOND, Edenton, North Carolina
Opticalillusion DIAMOND, Edenton, North Carolina
64 articles 13 photos 59 comments

Favorite Quote:
I am an artist bound only for the poet's glory....But only achieve half of the success that my dreams aspire to find, And to what do the whispers tell me of this failure...To what end to they haunt my eternal dark dreams...

Blood dripping like rain in april,
Pouring like the niagra falls.
Look around at the chaos of Red-Wind hill,
Cometh not for the brood still brawls.

Envy the dead...

The fumes of battle makes the spine wither and chill,
The soldiers ready for death but oh know they fear.
Woe for the ones lost at Red-Wind hill,
Left to the gods with a deaf ear.

Woe for the ones who still live...

The ones still alive shall not have solace,
Nor shall they forget the ones that they killed.
It is only when the soldiers enter the crypt-keepers halls,
That they will finally forget the horrors of Red-Wind hill.

The author's comments:
I imagined myself in a battle, a battle that never happened but still worth writing about.

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Harri SILVER said...
on Feb. 27 2014 at 4:31 pm
Harri SILVER, Auburn Hills, Michigan
5 articles 0 photos 63 comments
The rythm was graet and it was well wriiten. I felt like I was there, but I felt that it was too short. A second parter to this would be relly great!