War will make corpses of us all.
Soft moonlight on icy groundscaresing the face of the young man
The blood of enemies
cover the sword
A wounded soldier
victorious in flames
Fallen angel in the bloody snow
waiting for his doom
Did he die for nothing?
Sweet song of the wolfs
calling out to the dead
The stars are crying
tears of ice
For the dead angels
shall never fly again
Dead and dying
freeze in the snow
Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2008-11-30 at 20:08
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