Shadows and time by Keith D Allison Dark clouds laced in red black the wings as evil raises its head The harsh roar bellows the creeks rise in anguish tears Flowers cover the Valley as harps play a soft lullaby the beauty is wrapped in the warm of light The breath of evil like a whip cuts deep into the flesh Many soldiers, will come in the breath of the Sun the cold of the night Comfort in the strength of an arm the wine of the heart remembrance with the March of the clock may sweet breath enduring with the living that have lost 12/16/2012 Posted on 12/17/2012 Copyright © 2023 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 12/17/12 at 03:07 AM *STELLAR* Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2023 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)