Post by RaditzSoldier on Oct 27, 2005 19:59:09 GMT -5
Ne'er had thy cometh,
Unto winter's cool grasp?
Thy icy hand of death,
The relentless torrent
Of rain, punishing us for some
Unknown crime? Indeed not!
For thy cometh to me on my
Day of need, yet thy condemn
Me? Hath I wrought my own
Death? Death indeed I wrought!
For who can stare thy eyes,
The glittering gold swords,
Reach a purpose, then?
As I would hath thought.
Betrayal be thy beware!
For am I to none more
Of thy cursed deeds to me?
I would not shrink at sight,
Nor would I feign to hear,
Let my gaze unwaver,
For the hatred not finished,
Like half a ship,
Sailing through the mist.
For doom and thought?
Is that what ye became?
To doom us all with death,
To leave our minds to wonder...
Nay, it cannot be.
For thy intent is to carry
Out a sick pride,
Twisted like a snake,
With venom of worse kind!
Ye left us for doom and thought,
And I hath been betrayed. ~ RaditzSoldier
Unto winter's cool grasp?
Thy icy hand of death,
The relentless torrent
Of rain, punishing us for some
Unknown crime? Indeed not!
For thy cometh to me on my
Day of need, yet thy condemn
Me? Hath I wrought my own
Death? Death indeed I wrought!
For who can stare thy eyes,
The glittering gold swords,
Reach a purpose, then?
As I would hath thought.
Betrayal be thy beware!
For am I to none more
Of thy cursed deeds to me?
I would not shrink at sight,
Nor would I feign to hear,
Let my gaze unwaver,
For the hatred not finished,
Like half a ship,
Sailing through the mist.
For doom and thought?
Is that what ye became?
To doom us all with death,
To leave our minds to wonder...
Nay, it cannot be.
For thy intent is to carry
Out a sick pride,
Twisted like a snake,
With venom of worse kind!
Ye left us for doom and thought,
And I hath been betrayed. ~ RaditzSoldier
