Poems

Winds of War

With the fires of war glowing
The fear in men is growing
With no end in sight showing
Tears are like rivers flowing
While the Reaper does his mowing
Seeds of chaos are sowing
No one knows where they are going
So the danger keeps on growing
While the winds of war are blowing
And there’s no safe way of knowing
If it will end or keep on flowing

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One Last Time, For Old Times Sake..
Before It's Light Too Fades..
And Darkness Is Left In It's Wake..