

Willow The Wallow Of SorrowWillow the wallow of sorrow When the heart beats in pain Willow the wallow of sorrow Under the tears of a giants reign The kingdom of heaven Lies in a valley of clouds Dreaming sweet lullabys As the baby lays still In the crib of lies The cradle of death The willow tree glistens Never uttering its breath Willow the wallow of sorrow The true poet writes Wallow in the willow's sorrow The true coward hides A feeling so pure Never making a sound Where the magic hides No one has found To touch this great giant To tareWillow The Wallow Of Sorrow


I Fought For Queen And CountryI Fought For Queen And Country And All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt The smoke sailed through the skies, twisting and turning over the spoiled air. Tuft after tuft flew into the ancient cloud, murdering the freshness of the cool breeze. A cigarette lay smouldering in its glass cage, gently sighing as it sat unloved. Each grey breath slithered its way through nothing, aiming for an unsuspecting mouth to rest a passionate kiss upon. It found its prey sipping upon a soft brown liquid. It rested, crying softly for the short clear container, stuck to the palm of the mans hand, to sink towards the oak brown table below. Lying in wait, itI Fought For Queen And Country


Consumed By The ShadowsThe dark soulless room sat silently. Only the slight flickering of a candle, which sat gracefully atop the large oak dining table, shone through the dark cloak. A man sat anxiously, waiting for a noise, a crack, a scratch, or even for a pin to drop from the cool icy darkness. His hands and feet were bound to the metal of the chair, confined by almost unbreakable chains. His mouth was filled with a blood red velvet, muffling the sounds his throat tried to scream. A distinguished and elegant man glided into view through the old wooden door, which clung to the wall behind the oak table. Fear captivated the man's heart, as it smashed against hisConsumed By The Shadows


Christmas WishThe parade stops dead As the marching band stops playing A silent gasp in the background The noise silence makes is almost deafening High above the ground On the head float He sat above his golden throne His seat of power All eyes on him Dressed up.... High class Top of the world Targeted by many Hit by one No one noticed the blood pouring on to his red suit Just a silent shot Alerted the people Children watching as their hero is slowly lost A legend fallen You Better Watch Out You Better Not Cry Because Santa Clause Is HereChristmas Wish
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yup
i didnt know you were on here til you sent me the link lol
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Have a nice day
Magnas
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