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Poems

This will feature poems that I have written. Enjoy and please send comments, negative and positive to me, either by email or guestbook. Fire

hhh Fire fire burning bright,
it is of death that I dream tonight,
the world dies,
they have no eyes

hhh Cadavers litter the ground,
no one hears a sound,
they are all blind,
in a world that is happy and kind

Tired

Drifting awake, body saying sleep
Fuzzy, clear, fuzzy, clear
Vision hazy, mind lazy
The sensations odd, I am tired
I am Tired

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The earth s h a k e s
fleshless hands rise
from terra firma
the dead are alive
tonight.

Pale moonlight
flashes off yellowed bones.
The undead stand
ready
for their master's war
against the light

Crimson eyes
rage
from the hollowed sockets
of the dead, hating
the living for what
they can never possess again.

A brave knight

skewers the
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head with a silver spear.

The skeletal figures
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War

The lone large figure leaps away

boom

explosions rock the asphault

he rises from his crouch

rrrrRRRRRR!!!!

chaingun rattles out ammo

spat spat spat

a few soldiers drop and gurgle

The agent ducks down as demon fire erupts

Woooosh!

Flames frolic freely from flamethrowers

He rolls right, readying recoiless rifles

bang bang bang bang bang

the Ministers of flame drop, red blood soaking red rips in red robes

he turns, sees enemy within, shoots through window

crash, shatter, splut, grunt, cough, thud

glittering shards of glass tinkle off the corpse, reflecting crimson hues in the harsh lamplight

bang

nine millimeters of metal impacts his kevlar coated back

he stumbles

bang bang bang grunt

he drops to the pavement

clank clank clank clank

shells bounce on the street

bang

red filled vision, fades to black, entrance wound, no exit

The Protest

A simple matter, nothing at all,

becomes important to many people,

they petition, put banners on the wall,

gather everyone under the steeple

"Let us have a rally, a march, a protest!"

so says their leader, the plans are made,

the thousands of zealots march with no rest,

and continue so, even as light fades

A shot is fired, their blood is spilt,

all control lost, battle rages on,

fanatics holding pistols by the hilt,

let loose ammo til their foe is gone

Onward they march, flames in their bloody wake,

The march will destroy more than they will make.

Vampirism

The blood

Gushing forth from

My bitten neck and on

Down his crimson coated throat

Vampire

Nobility

Nobleman with sword

slashes swiftly a peasant

He is cheered on

The Homeless

Dirty man in rags

mugs fellow bum with pistol

Takes clothes then shoots him

Disease

I walk

Past leprous faces

Reeking of death coming

To them. To the unclean, I give no

Mercy