Crouched upon the roof up there,
the wind blowing bloody fog through his hair,
with metal swords sounding with pride,
he sits upon his death with the pain locked inside,
growing restless with ruthless intentions,
his body coils with a thousand years of thwarted tension,
jump from above like an angel sent for hell,
he hits the ground like a prisoner banging on his cell,
locked in on the unmerciful target ahead,
he whips his sword while the soldier falls dead,
"ah, I knew you had it in you, the anger was pulsing through your eyes,"
"we're are the wounds of your demise,"
up above the heads of men,
the sickened soldiers strike all over again.
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it was originally for a contest on allpoetry.com but I figure that since it's on the same subject what we are studying in english, I can use it as a two for one purpose. The 'we are the wounds of your demise,' was the prompt for the contest, but it works, so I guess that it's up to you.
the wind blowing bloody fog through his hair,
with metal swords sounding with pride,
he sits upon his death with the pain locked inside,
growing restless with ruthless intentions,
his body coils with a thousand years of thwarted tension,
jump from above like an angel sent for hell,
he hits the ground like a prisoner banging on his cell,
locked in on the unmerciful target ahead,
he whips his sword while the soldier falls dead,
"ah, I knew you had it in you, the anger was pulsing through your eyes,"
"we're are the wounds of your demise,"
up above the heads of men,
the sickened soldiers strike all over again.
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it was originally for a contest on allpoetry.com but I figure that since it's on the same subject what we are studying in english, I can use it as a two for one purpose. The 'we are the wounds of your demise,' was the prompt for the contest, but it works, so I guess that it's up to you.