Magicks!!!A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldA source battle of world importance, I am just playing with ideas really.
Bemused intolerance to the fools of the earth,
Perusing the lands of magical inspection,
Retarded thoughts fling between us two,
A light had beamed a tiresome reaction.
Green hands lace air as toxic folds with death,
Mirrored eyes show mercy for the sun,
Veins make her happy when busted closed,
A child, a man, a death for mere fun.
Make haste at water’s edge in dessert storms,
She comes to find the dead as they rise third,
A locket captures the essence of tiny mortals,
In war not even soldiers are really heard.
Battles are waged away from human grasp,
The ending will come like floods to the dam,
Raised hero’s will mark us for protection,
A might evil is placed in the stars, a horned ram.
© 2011 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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43 Reviews Added on August 16, 2011 Last Updated on August 16, 2011 AuthorThomas FitzgeraldWexford, Leinster, IrelandAboutTo all who know by now - I love you. For those that don't, I review a lot of work on here, and I expect the same in return, friend me but make sure to have conviction! I'm a horror writer mostly bu.. more..Writing
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