Kingdoms in decline
Cry out!towards the heavens
the fields are burning
and the oceans rise
all is clear to me now
as trumpets sound from the hill
and drums in the deep
bloodcovered banners in the wind
they mean nothing to me anymore
they were all the same
they are all to blame
the blind weep
and the knowing
redirect their stare
inwards
Victoria rides her dark horse
towards the inevitable end
Poetry by J. E.
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Written on 2009-03-16 at 16:44
Tags War Death Apocalypse
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