When again I broke and fell
Besieged, assailed under the misty night
When they came across from hell
Black crows in that horror tight
I took one last breath of light
Right before the Red Moon shone
It's malice through charred wings in flight
And stood amids the fury alone.
This time no saviour to come
No voice over the frenzied drone
I knew my time was done
And stood amids the fury alone.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
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1 comments:
een van my favourites..jy het 'n manier om soveel te se, maar die poem bly melodieus/vloeiend- en nie 'n enkele oorbodige woord nie.. ek hou veral van die beelde wat jy hier gebruik, baie verbeeldingryk!, en ek hou daarvan wanneer 'n mens 'n poem lees, en reken: fok, dis goed!,nie heeltemal weet waaroor dit gaan nie, en nogtans gecapture word deur die underlying current (emosie?) vd poem :)
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