HostilitiesA Poem by A. D. BrownJust something I thought of spur of the moment.
A face of empty shadows, A whisper with no voice. A cloak without a body, A blood stained hand without a choice. Miles of empty sorrow, A wake of pain filled tears. The land left broken and decayed And people lost to fear. There’s fire in the distance, Bursting like starts upon the mounds. And death’s cold hand crept mournfully Cracking hard cold ground. The sands have bled this evening. The land has lost its hope. By the touch of man it was destroyed, And lost to nightfall what was known.
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Added on January 22, 2009Last Updated on January 22, 2009 AuthorA. D. BrownGAAboutI'm an aspiring Urban Fantasy writer though I have a long history with writing poetry. I haven't completed my first book and it still has a lot of revision but I hope to get published one day. I mus.. more..Writing
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