Nicholas Abaddon

Rookie (that one day in that one year / The Sacred Plain Of The Old Ones)

(inser Title Here) - Poem by Nicholas Abaddon

My hand reaches out across the plain,
covering the world in my shadow
My blood is the cleansing rain
By my words spread the great meadow
Upon which the decisive battle is fought
for all the sin that has been wrought

Like a tree falling in the forest
No cry of pain to be heard
the sound as mournful as a dying bird
My heart beat once brought blood to these dryed up veins
now it clogs with crude oil.

Here is a raNDOM poem
I wrote while staring at a garden gnome.

Comments about (inser Title Here) by Nicholas Abaddon

  • (4/11/2012 1:24:00 AM)

    Love the title. Love the randomness. Maybe you should write a poem titled My garden gnome. That would be a very interesting read. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 8, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 11, 2012

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