14-Sep-2000
Loneliness
Silent and soft,
Not a single touch
Never a glance nor a voice.
Blood
Red as sunset,
Crimson tears
And bitter wine.
Scythe
Cold-biting winter white,
Ray of moonlight,
Steel on ice.
War
Warmer than wine,
Blazing fire,
Hot blade of sword and knife.
Cry out from a deep volcano
Cry out in the darkest of times
Cry out when the pain is unbearable
Cry out to the impassive night...
DaMoyre
(:./damoyre/war)
