Behold the iron coach destiny his temptress The flock shudders on their perches as he peels off his wrath Their youthful laughter once echoed gaily until the whistle severed their innocence Herds of them, sons of valiant heroes plunge into a blood letting paradise their flanks leaping lances Hearts a steel tomb
02/11/2004
Posted on 03/14/2004Copyright © 2024 Leslie Ann Eisenberg
ooh, imagery galore here, it is a feast for the readers mind. i cant quite wrap my mind around an interpritation, but perhaps that's a good thing. a good draft here, that's for sure. peace:a