Poem: War by DaMoyre

14-Sep-2000

War by DaMoyre

Poem

Loneliness
Silent and soft,
Not a single touch
Never a glance nor a voice.

Blood
Red as sunset,
Crimson tears
And bitter wine.

Scythe
Cold-biting winter white,
Ray of moonlight,
Steel on ice.

War
Warmer than wine,
Blazing fire,
Hot blade of sword and knife.

Cry out from a deep volcano
Cry out in the darkest of times
Cry out when the pain is unbearable
Cry out to the impassive night...


DaMoyre


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