Friday, June 30, 2006

[Poem] Friendly Fire

Lonely eyes meet over a bloody battlefield
Weapons are sheathed
A shield is lowered
Layers of armour drift to the dirt

Bodies are drawn together
Pulses quicken, blood races
Breathing becomes gasping
Wounds become pale scars

A figure emerges through the mist
And after everything she gave
Jagged steel, wielded in a friendly fist
Sends a healthy heart to an early grave

2 Comments:

At 27 August 2006 at 23:52 , Anonymous dangermouse3597 said...

Pooky this poem gave me shivers when I read it absolutely brilliant keep it up !!!!!!!!! This is my first visit I will check in more often I promise. Ken!

 
At 27 August 2006 at 23:55 , Blogger Pooky said...

Thanks DM! :D

 

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