Brothers

I was one of you
We were the same
Then a sword I drew
Only myself to blame

With my first swing
Imbedded in dreams
I cut a string
Thats when I heard your screams

With my second blow
That dream convinced one of you
And so long ago
He a sword drew

With my third hit
I fell from high
Death made me admit
And I said bye-bye

With my fourth and last swing
The dream, my sword smothers
And I hope it will bring,
us togehter again, as brothers




Poetry by Peter
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Written on 2006-02-07 at 11:51

Tags Sword  Dream  Brothers 

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Veld Cooper
Excellent, Peter!
2006-02-07