One:
When hatred lies, so near and dear,
And betrayal cries, so crisp and clear,
While truth sits, so cold and gone,
It is then, no one knows who won.
The price of death, the price of life,
No one will remember the fight,
One man lies,
And then he dies.
So keep in mind,
While we still have time,
The body, the brain, the heart and soul,
Collect them all and unearth the glow,
And then, but only then,
Can we say the final line.
Two:
In darkness we stay,
Until the day,
Light will bring the defeat of fear,
And then we shall see, what we've truly done.
No one to save us, no one to come,
Alone, blinking into the sun,
Finally, a new day has begun.
Three:
Wrought from fear, forged in flames,
Laid with despair, sown from leers,
True anger comes from one name,
A world maimed, long gone in ashes,
One woman lashes, out at all the rest,
Many are dead, but few have said,
Who has commited the crimes.
Soul sucker and cold hearted,
Her lies are not asserted.
Bernie was her name,
Before all life ceased, and etenral darkness began its reign.
No one utters the true name,
No one can resist the fame.
Children she spared, men she dared,
A secret she keeps, so bitterly sweet.
Cornered on Holland road, she must be told,
Why her life, will not live twice.
His hand will tremble, but his resolve will hold,
So she shall die, and never speak another false lie.
He shall be told her secret kept,
And so the events have been set.
But with a sad man comes a mad man,
And with mad men come corruption.
The dead will rise and seek revenge,
The groups will die, and try to amend.
The mistakes of men.
With the dead alive,
And his daughter only five,
He shall take his life.
So keep in mind, the legacy of dark desires...
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Doctor Who Poetry (Volume I)
FanfictionI am and always will be the σρтιмιsт, The нσρεя of far-flung нσρεs and ∂яεαмεя of ιмρяσвαвℓε ∂яεαмs. [The Almost People] Doctor Who Poetry celebrates the long-running British sci-fy show "Doctor Who" with a collection of fifty poems inspired by epi...
