- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Battle Cry
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No don't go in there! It's covered in dust,
dirt from years. Traveling through the humid air,
waifering memories rush forth, smuggling.
Toward the years of once upon a time.
Kingdoms of peace, eternal love
fights, bad verses good, storming up.
Control is the object of lust, greed
withstands the egging of want. Combat
is busy handing out armors shield.
Temporal fusion, igniting within times tunnel.
Eons of avid worship, trenching off to battle.
Screaming battle cry, screeches across
ticking of the clock.
Ageless men marching off to war.
Hate- Destruction
Menacingly choking aura filtering up.
Cold tents sheltering the wounded prey.
Icy fingers gripping the portal of time.
Warping memories taking over, from within.
- COMMENTS
duddle146about 17 years agoOnce experienced ~ no one entirely escapes the memories of the devastation of war.
dcpoet44over 18 years agohas iced me over.........great imagery in that......i certainly feel exactly as you do with the intensities of feelings of all that is oil......overall nicely done....don
