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the sky blackens
the field is dry, scarred,broken
a lone box of gold sits in the field
from the open lid pours fear,death,chaos
the ground shakes
the earth cracks
the thatched roofs of the villages break
the darkness spreads its arms around us
as fear takes the land
the hills,the plains,the city's
scoured with the demons
destroying hope
making angels weep and maids run
no-one stands
but we raise our fists
farmers, bartenders, we stand
we stand before death
we take arms
some shall die but
we stand before all that others fall before
the oceans of blood
the fields of torture
the greedy hands of fate
they make take from us want they want
but they shall never have what keeps us up
our armor is dented but our war cries still linger in the ages
the sands of time are stained by mans blood
but the blood of the beasts who stained it will soon take its place
our homes
our families
we will stand for them
honor is not won by cowardliness
but by bravery
we stand for honor
we stand for love
WE stand
when others fall.............
- Title: blood runs cold
- Artist: phaang
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Description:
this is a poem about commoners who stand up
to the demons of Pandora's box... - Date: 02/25/2009
- Tags: blood runs
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Comments (4 Comments)
- Phanng - 12/05/2009
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never would of thought of u of a poet... but amazing work couldnt have done better myself... wow
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- vampirekiss6 - 06/19/2009
- wow, that was....wow. i cant even describe it. amazing doesnt even BEGIN to cut it!
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- morte-de-peach - 03/11/2009
- This was an awesome poem, and you used some pretty good personification in some spots. You should write some more. smile
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- Icyflash - 03/06/2009
- it's totally great, i can't describe it, such power in words 5/5
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