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Shalom My Soul

PostPosted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 3:02 pm


I was wondering when this was going to be put up, so thank you so much for doing it!!! ^^

On the twelfth of a December night
When Darkness rose against the Light
A child was born unnoticed.

The night was cold, sharp and deadly
Not a sound was made to sing the Medley
This child was buried alive.

On the twelfth of December’s eve
A dark fate was soon perceived
The Queen of Die Blut-Suchende died.

The night grew colder still
As Darkness drank its fill
A new reign began in the land.

When morning’s light did fall
To shine once more on it all
Die Blut-Suchende’s kingdom was no more.


Meh newest poem. Maybe later I'll post Crimson Blood. =/ enjoy. maybe.
PostPosted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 3:07 pm


This is Crimson Blood. =) One of my better poems (seriously, you should see the others... they aren't so good...at all. XDD)

Dripping crimson the rain continues,
Trailing death upon its wake.
Streams are leaping revenues
Upon the head plunged in a stake.
Laughter carries not but far,
The land trembles with its scar.

Laughter dies stillborn in hearts,
Many lay unmoved, unloved.
Still they are taken away in carts,
Ashes to ashes now they are apart of,
The continual flames consuming,
Hells pits are always fuming.

Reign blood reign!
You cannot hear the people’s cries!
They speak of light not demise!

Shine sun O Shine!
Throw once more your light divine,
Else the crows will take it all,
As the heads roll as they fall.

At last a silence most profound,
Yet somehow it carries a single sound…
Peace, peace comes with blood,
Ashes mixed with ashes in crimson mud.
Hark, hark the people sing,
They lift their voices caroling.
Peace, peace, peace at last
Time is moving onward fast, so fast…
Dimly, so dimly the blood turns grey,
Now the people have so little to say…
The bloodshed is no more.
At long last there are no awaiting sixty-four.*

Shalom My Soul

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