Rumbling erupted throughout the ground.
The grass and trees stood still.
The damp field grew to become no sound.
Fire against your own will.
Light and wings from one end.
Rays shooting across the sky.
You know it's beautiful, but it's only for pretend.
Seeing is just another lie.
Darkness and grins from the other.
Shadows crawling across the floor.
Don't be afraid, brother.
We'll show you what you're here for.
With a struck match, a fire attacks the trees.
Darkness and light within the ring of fire.
Those who are weak fall on their knees.
Honesty balances out with the liar.
Trapped and caged, the opposing forces became massive.
The ground leaks a murky red.
Their unique tactics were known to be creative.
And this is the story of the war between the living and the dead.
12/17/09
Hello! I really like this poem. I find your use of imagery creative, and I like the theme. Well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow! this one's awesome!