Sunday, 31 January 2010

Fire of Cold

In those times of red skies of might,
Of wars and conflict time after time,
We hope and we prayed for mercy to come,
But armies of fear took the ground,
It made the water as useless as salt;
In tombs there did say of wisdom complete,
If only the flames could see the meaning,
And soldiers of fate might be freed,
Children could play and maybe dream,
Love would build castles of might,
And happiness my friend would be yet again!

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