Virgil Howard Poems

My bounty, my light,
my torture, my spite,
the heart breaks down with vicious might,
if torture sees the break of day,
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I saw the rose,
the rose was red,
the pained heart,
whose blood had bled.
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The anger burns,
with a raging flame,
the heart is played,
like a savage game.
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The scream of silence,
the trees have fallen,
the eve of the scream,
the harpies have callen.
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A king thats lost his kingdom,
A lord thats lost his land,
His men who lost their freedom,
Wiped the grime from his wicked hand.
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