Red is the blood which flows from the wound
Black are the sheets of ice
Blue are the lips as they gasp for the air
as the White light burns in the skies
Loud are his cries as the man slowly dies
Quiet the nature around
Blaring the horn of the car round the tree
Silent the reaper seeks harmony
Four children appear before the man's eyes
Three of them bright as the day
the Second one sys "you'll know when you're done"
saved at the last by Medic One
Friday, March 30, 2007
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Nice final rhyme, that worked wonders for the poem.
ReplyDeleteI may not fully understand, but I understand enough to know what you're getting at. Nice poem