A poem

Angelwinged_Devil · 08-14-2008, 11:29 AM

the leaves of our trees are falling as time passes by
the hordes trample together when they heed my battlecry
once the leaves have fallen to the ground
there will be only dead bodies to be found

my hands will shiver no not shiver right now
not until the battle stops it's flow
as yet another body vanquishes in a firery gore
I keep wondering what we are fighting for

the green leaves I watched as a child
are no longer soft and mild
blood is the new colour of Syrtis
what will it take to end this

08-14-2008, 11:29 AM	#1
Angelwinged_Devil Banned Join Date: Feb 2007 Location: Under your skin Posts: 1337 Posts: 2,490	A poem the leaves of our trees are falling as time passes by the hordes trample together when they heed my battlecry once the leaves have fallen to the ground there will be only dead bodies to be found my hands will shiver no not shiver right now not until the battle stops it's flow as yet another body vanquishes in a firery gore I keep wondering what we are fighting for the green leaves I watched as a child are no longer soft and mild blood is the new colour of Syrtis what will it take to end this