The SiegeA Poem by Acropolix
its walls rose higher
than any mortal could climb; torches watched upon the hill from every corner of every stone, their shadows dancing in the fields coloured bright; not with blossoms of early spring, but with tents of brooding men; winter had left the land with a touch of death; but death was not all that lived on the day of the siege; a hatred so repulsive it relished in bloodshed, in the carnage of men, justified by the lust for power; spears shattered against shields as arrows pierced flesh; the drowning man cried out in his sea of corpses; the earth turned red like a river from hell; the night revealed mankind's true nature; on the day after the siege its walls rose high; torches smoked quietly from atop the hill, like a black tail drifting over the fields coloured bright; with blossoms of early spring amidst the remains of men;
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1 Review Added on May 6, 2014 Last Updated on May 6, 2014 AuthorAcropolixNetherlandsAboutMy writing says who I am, who I want to be, and who I will never be. more..Writing
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