*Fantasy*
Starring at the sky,
with a castle
smaller than an ant.
A dragonheart
bleeding to dead
in your own hands.
Feeling the life
fade away in
your own bones.
You took a life,
now life will take you.
No tears will be cried,
they've fallen already.
For those who couldn't
save your soul,
may be blessed.
But the last hour,
have reached his minute.
As you look at the
nomore beatin' dragonheart,
the last second is comming.
And soon you'll be turned in ashes.
The sun is rising
-Full_Of_Sorrow-
-16-06-04-
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| SecretMistery : | Donderdag, juni 17, 2004 21:00 |
| Mooi geschreven! I like fantasy's Keep on going with writing so lovely poems! xXx Shar |
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