Embracing the Cold Field (August 4,2008)
The siren’s begin to carry across the field
mines explode as every man marches across.
The mud-ridden men bellow their cries
red paint breaks and they fall to embrace
and remember their great memories.
Melodious revenge bestows itself upon far away land
souls reach their terminus
until time repeats it’s second-hand.
Stones with Dying Red Flowers (August 6th,2008)
All across the world from nation
minutes paused to look back again.
The last warriors began their plea
to do nothing but have a unanmimous victory.
She steps upon the empty meadow looking at every stone
watching the spirits weep.
Transparent figures run their course
sword by gun, gun by canon,
they drop to the floor
muddy waters ask for more.
Final gun hits her like static
lightning war made its ending.

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August 4, 2008 at 12:37 am
vienzow
your layout matches the coldness of the cold fiels. though the coldness your layout provides is a happy coldness, a feeling of christmas and the joy that comes with it. however the other cold field provides a different version of “the cold”
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08-03-08