Tears turn to stone
Blood runs red
A collision is provided
No one understands
What just happened
Hope was born that shall never be broken
Never be torn
For upon this day
Eclipse was sworn
To protect the weak and stay the evil
Medieval truth this is
For now the oath
It's not something to boast
For the lie
Will become a tie
To be unravelled
This world will surely die
DU LIEST GERADE
The Poetry Gripe
PoesieWelcome to a collection of poems I've written over the years. Some are a true delve into meaning and life. While others struggle with love and strife. The path ahead is not so easy. Please be careful reader, the mind is not so easy.
