Dogs of War

alive
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the pain of our wounds sears into us,

the axe and the sword cut into us,

the clash of weapons resounds in our ears,

the scenes of battle flood our eyes,

to see battle, hear the clash of iron on iron, and feel the wounds of combat, that is what it means to be alive.

(based this on norsca)

Nice Marcus.

(07-04-2009 06:06 PM)Slick Wrote: [ -> ]Nice Marcus.

an oldie, but

darkness is kin to me
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flames of black shroud me with thier light,

i am hidden from those who would be ignorant,

only those i deem worthy i will show my true form,

my dear lady of blackness, come to me, my sweet,

darkness is kin to me,

so it is to you,

let us be together

for the eternity

of night

nosferatu sum ego, my friends

(quoted from terrier poetryallity club 2008/2009 - what it was published in)

Hi dude,

It's a good poetry.
I like to read the poetries. Thanks a lot for sharing.

Hi Marcus,

I like the first one, sounds good

just to let you know
Xi