Once more we stand upon this bloodied ground,
In this cruel game of fate, we are ensnared,
Our souls alas to hell are surely bound,
As flames and screams fill the wretched air.
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TWO: in showing what he means. It reminds me of the painting of the Dutch painter Jeroen Bosch, gruesome and surreal. Exciting to read, fascinating to follow. TOP Marks 5 Stars
ONE: first of all to get into your vision, before this poem can be understood properly. An event outside of ordinary everyday life, as exciting as it can be, the writer of this has absolutely succeeded
Congratulations on member poem of the day! Very well deserved *****
This poem is selected Poem Of The Day Members on the 15th September 2024. Congratulations