Thomas Ware Poems

Flame-hot blood on ice-cold snow,
Vultures caw and ravens crow.
Broken swords among the slaughter,
Hot blood and cold snow make steam and water.
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Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.
People end in gashes,
Iron ends in rust.
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Signs, in and around stone.
Iron, onto leather sewn,
Steel, hewed into flesh and bone,
Gold, scattered in the loam,
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Anger, greed, or happiness,
Nothing can compare,
To the long lived emotion,
That humans dub despair.
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Darkness rises all around us,
Consuming those who slumber,
And only those whose watchfulness,
Protects, can drive it under.
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Deep below the lightless waters,
Far below the heavy earth,
Lurk the nameless waiters, watchers,
Seeking for the chance to birth.
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Down, down, down,
Into the dark,
Into the damp and grey.
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An innocent child wanders down,
A long and winding road.
He follows what he believes in,
With never a thought that he might drown.
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Barred by breaking basalt,
Bound by burning bails,
Sit the Eld in ancient vaults,
Built before the world was stale.
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In vast caves,
Sometimes others lie.
Man is the least of earth's ravagers.

The gaunts,
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