Blood-Black Death (When The War Is Over)
Sweltering lands, co’ered with human flesh,
Decaying beneath a rising red sun;
Ravaging all, with wounds that bleed afresh;
Cankering bloody roses, just undone.
Bleeding skulls stare, with a murderous glare;
Piercing all, but sightless souls stained with sin;
Burying dreams of restless souls, who bare
Lasting zest; weeping o’er blood-stained kin.
Screeching screams scatter; with thoughts of children,
Drowning; within blood-stained human squander.
Tolling knells, fore’er echo for fallen,
Paying respect to bruised souls who wander;
Withering away, till they show despair;
Wondering, doth a cankered rose repair?
Poem Copyright 2010
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Hello there
Well this is a really deep piece. I liked it, it gave me a lot to think about after I read it. I especially liked the first stanza,
I think that there is good use of words here and the flow is fantastic.
Good job
Ziggie
Oh my Google. XD. This is beautiful. Just beautiful. I have nothing to say except..."wow." Like, really.
Wow.
-Mizz