there is only one winner in war
his bony hand
this harbinger of doom
he looks beyond the favourable land
waits patiently in the gloom
incense burning, exhausted life
transaction almost done
adroitly barter for mutual strife
when all breath is gone
Poetry by the-me-inside
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Written on 2008-08-17 at 06:27
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him
he adjusts the quill inhis bony hand
this harbinger of doom
he looks beyond the favourable land
waits patiently in the gloom
incense burning, exhausted life
transaction almost done
adroitly barter for mutual strife
when all breath is gone
Poetry by the-me-inside
Read 573 times
Written on 2008-08-17 at 06:27
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