Post by sheraton on Mar 15, 2008 14:09:33 GMT -6
Last year at GCB I wrote several Poems. this is just one of them. enjoy.
Butterflies
Among the brambles and boughs,
Sleeping butterflies,
Raising up their voices in
The dirge of their own creation.
Drifting up to the place where they belong,
Blue and grey butterflies
return to their mutual home
to the skies where peace is found.
By the blades
Riven like their wielders
And the cannons
No longer to fire on them
The creatures drift on.
Endlessly into the sunset stained with blood
Until the deed lies too deep in the ground
to learn from.
May the wish be granted,
That the victims’ rest be
Final and peaceful,
And the butterflies cease.
Among the brambles and boughs,
Sleeping butterflies,
Raising up their voices in
The dirge of their own creation.
Drifting up to the place where they belong,
Blue and grey butterflies
return to their mutual home
to the skies where peace is found.
By the blades
Riven like their wielders
And the cannons
No longer to fire on them
The creatures drift on.
Endlessly into the sunset stained with blood
Until the deed lies too deep in the ground
to learn from.
May the wish be granted,
That the victims’ rest be
Final and peaceful,
And the butterflies cease.