Over The Edge

Peace, absorbed by the lush enviorment,
the peaceful mind,
raped by war and hatred,
a war raged on for an everlasting,
unforgiving century,
yet, in the end no one would win.

Deprived of their helpless souls,
a ghost forced to relive their mistakes in the engagement,
until it has lasted an eternity,
till death do us part.

The sword of unforgiveness,
thrust into the empty heart,
and all is now done,
His story, reaching its climax,
slipping into an eternal darkness,
as death slowly creeps over the hill,
and as he stares motionlessly over the edge,
he slips from lifes grasp,
and falls with a pearcing scream.

As he lies dead,
the blood of a once empty heart
now flows free again at the end of the tormenting love,
as he now reigns free in his own domain.
Jacy Anderson
Thursday, April 5, 2007

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