Post by darksecret3 on Apr 11, 2006 13:22:09 GMT -5
Two poems, they were both written whilst I was high and depressed... heh, only I can do that! The second, last part, was written the day after I was high and depressed, so it isn't as good.
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The Wind Swept Battlefield
A legion of time ago
A battlefield this place once, did know
The earth opening up to eat the men
The rain infectious with phosphorous
The amount of morbid men was preposterous
The German machine-gunners hitting all of my ten
The guns, the cries, the shouts of death
The ruthless warriors shooting and fighting
But all is quiet now, the place covered deep in the snow
The ice reflecting the grim sun’s rays of brightening
All the guns lay still, a rest from the blighting
All is at peace
But soon I know, the hostile shall dispose of the snow
And everything I’ve re-learnt to know
The bombers come, humming hostility
I march of now, back to the front
The Germans distant but oh so close
The gruesome sight of my dead ten men
The R.A.D.A.R pointing out the light
Us English trying to end the sacred, bitter, never ending fight
The American’s come along, trying to save the day,
But all they came for was the big ‘Hooray’
The war has ceased
But I know the secret
The secret of the plight
The only heavenly flight
But I cannot share, as do I despair
I see the golden light of heaven up there
Bright
Light
Good Night
Now The Wind Swept Battlefield lie’s covered in snow,
The child playing, little does he know
Time shall come again of my great fight
Although I shan’t take part
That child will
God save his heart
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Caged
The slavers came, in the cell.
It’s time to leave, that’s your calling bell.
The rope chafes the skin, and the chains cut deep.
There’s nothing you can do, but let the blood seep.
Out in the pit, against the creatures.
Blood everywhere, covering your beautiful features.
Fight with the rusted sword, take the pain.
F*** these oppressors, what do they gain?
They hit her without mercy, they lash down their power.
Why do they like to watch her suffer, picking petals from her lovely flower.
It ises to strike, hitting with a slashing shower.
She backs down into a corner; her beautiful self beginning to cower.
Poor girl, she won’t last the hour.
Blood pouring from her chest, soon she shall rest.
She crawls to the middle, her body looking like a broken fiddle.
The eyes gaze down, each without a frown.
The blood runs loose, she was lucky, some went to the noose.
Up they rise, a cheer cries.
The caged despise, only the one dies.
She takes the last breath, blood sapping away from her chest.
Both lye taken by death, to the other, her lover, she was the best.
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The Wind Swept Battlefield
A legion of time ago
A battlefield this place once, did know
The earth opening up to eat the men
The rain infectious with phosphorous
The amount of morbid men was preposterous
The German machine-gunners hitting all of my ten
The guns, the cries, the shouts of death
The ruthless warriors shooting and fighting
But all is quiet now, the place covered deep in the snow
The ice reflecting the grim sun’s rays of brightening
All the guns lay still, a rest from the blighting
All is at peace
But soon I know, the hostile shall dispose of the snow
And everything I’ve re-learnt to know
The bombers come, humming hostility
I march of now, back to the front
The Germans distant but oh so close
The gruesome sight of my dead ten men
The R.A.D.A.R pointing out the light
Us English trying to end the sacred, bitter, never ending fight
The American’s come along, trying to save the day,
But all they came for was the big ‘Hooray’
The war has ceased
But I know the secret
The secret of the plight
The only heavenly flight
But I cannot share, as do I despair
I see the golden light of heaven up there
Bright
Light
Good Night
Now The Wind Swept Battlefield lie’s covered in snow,
The child playing, little does he know
Time shall come again of my great fight
Although I shan’t take part
That child will
God save his heart
-----
Caged
The slavers came, in the cell.
It’s time to leave, that’s your calling bell.
The rope chafes the skin, and the chains cut deep.
There’s nothing you can do, but let the blood seep.
Out in the pit, against the creatures.
Blood everywhere, covering your beautiful features.
Fight with the rusted sword, take the pain.
F*** these oppressors, what do they gain?
They hit her without mercy, they lash down their power.
Why do they like to watch her suffer, picking petals from her lovely flower.
It ises to strike, hitting with a slashing shower.
She backs down into a corner; her beautiful self beginning to cower.
Poor girl, she won’t last the hour.
Blood pouring from her chest, soon she shall rest.
She crawls to the middle, her body looking like a broken fiddle.
The eyes gaze down, each without a frown.
The blood runs loose, she was lucky, some went to the noose.
Up they rise, a cheer cries.
The caged despise, only the one dies.
She takes the last breath, blood sapping away from her chest.
Both lye taken by death, to the other, her lover, she was the best.