Bane
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…
Bones will crumble, swords will rust.
Your mind is blanc, your muscle is weak.
A safe place to hide, is what you seek.
No power to resist, no will to fight.
So lay down your weapons, or be crushed by my might!
Bones will crumble, swords will rust.
Your mind is blanc, your muscle is weak.
A safe place to hide, is what you seek.
No power to resist, no will to fight.
So lay down your weapons, or be crushed by my might!
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Galadriëlle: | Zaterdag, mei 31, 2003 12:35 |
| Samen zijn ze prachtig.. Vol bewondering, Suus |
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| Skippy980: | Donderdag, augustus 08, 2002 15:13 |
| Gelukkig heb ik nog genoeg vechtlust in me! Mooi gedicht! | |
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| Auteur: darafayen | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 juli 2002 | ||
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