Winter LambsA Poem by PhillipsThis is the slaughter of winter lambs...There lay one corpse On the ground, cold and wet From above, another hangs From the throat drips blood That stains the ground a crimson red
Upon both faces is terror Like a picture, forever frozen In a horrified expression of impending doom The eyes are black orbs, not quite clouded But sharpened by an adrenaline rushed fear This is the face of death
The witness of these sacrifices Is unforgettable The look on their faces The gleam in their eyes The flow of their blood
And I watch I swear it breathed I saw it blink But, I know, this is simply the mind's way of Rejecting the acceptance of death
And I now hold a heart Still burning with life In this cold place of death
This is the slaughter of winter lambs
© 2010 PhillipsAuthor's Note
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Added on November 20, 2010 Last Updated on November 20, 2010 |