The dawn breaks loose
The dawn breaks loose over the endless lands
hundreds of thousands of men have been slain
and millions of wounded lie screaming with pain
This cannot be real, but I've got blood on my hands
I vaguely remember a fight, then a war
a godlike power upon me bestowed
the enemy's brutality I firmly abode
but they were the ones that I once had adored
Pure were our hearts when the battle drum rolled
but then on the whim of the vilest of Norns
The tables were turned - now for me no one mourns
despised as the villain for once and for all
hundreds of thousands of men have been slain
and millions of wounded lie screaming with pain
This cannot be real, but I've got blood on my hands
I vaguely remember a fight, then a war
a godlike power upon me bestowed
the enemy's brutality I firmly abode
but they were the ones that I once had adored
Pure were our hearts when the battle drum rolled
but then on the whim of the vilest of Norns
The tables were turned - now for me no one mourns
despised as the villain for once and for all
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Jeroen Pollentier (Hippoliet): | Zondag, september 07, 2014 08:24 |
| wow! leuk dat je hem goed vindt :) | |
| DrieGeetjes: | Zaterdag, september 06, 2014 22:09 |
| Jeroen! Bloody hell! Dit is, dit is... Ja! Dit is geweldig! I enjoyed it very much! Keep writing please! ;) |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Jeroen Pollentier (Hippoliet) | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Brenda | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 september 2014 | ||
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