&Disciple: My Bloodred Wine
Walking trough the forest, I taste the dread of night
and each time I tread further, I gently lose my sight.
Losing my sight, yet the clouded my mind may be,
these overpowering trees won't ever get the best of me.
Desolated I am, away from pain and fear,
no-one here to torment me, but the darkness here.
Bravely yet scared, I embrace my scenery,
I find myself in silence, yet noise is still in me.
Silently approaching, the creatures of the night,
confusing the reality, I'm ready for a fight.
These creatures are paranoid like me,
is it coincidence, that only I can see?
I spilled their blood, like sweetest wine,
those creatures in the head of mine.
And so I sit here everytime,
feeding the soil with wine...
(Raise Your Horns To The Pentagram,
Howling For The Moon)
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Raar mie: | Dinsdag, december 04, 2007 22:18 |
| So happy I came across your poems. Love your style! | |
| c.yber: | Zaterdag, april 14, 2007 12:16 |
| zoet, massaswijs gedichtje lymmte |
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| Zaagsken: | Zaterdag, april 14, 2007 12:07 |
| prachtgedicht meisj'' 3 |
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| Aminekuhh: | Zaterdag, april 14, 2007 12:00 |
| wow, Lizy, geweldig gedichtjuh :D | |
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 april 2007 | ||
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