Twisted Silver
Burns the strong, crushes the weak
The wrong it fights, the great we seek
Twisted it strikes blood stains the ground
Pure it speaks warriors of renown
Shining by night Beacons of light
Brilliant by day Speaks of a way
Mighty may smite a lesser's plight
Treasured by all, yet owned by few
Most shall search what about you?
-JAD
This here used to be the root of many of my e-mail/other names, the twisted silver monniker having not a few deeper meanings in my twisted mind, it's basically the only poem I could ever write about a person...so here yall can see it
Shrikesong · Wed Mar 16, 2005 @ 02:28am · 0 Comments |