Kreative Tendencies

Sunday, May 21, 2006

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Time it ticks, slowly creeping,
beyond a field of hollowed fog,
a sphere of emotionless contentment,
fear.

Chaos beckons, devils laughing,
never ending sacrifice is here,
a sword drawn knight aproaches,
loss.

Rainbows flow, snow falls,
throughout life the cycle goes,
a cold withdrawn relentless smile,
mercy.

Void of nothing, empty hollow,
black as blue can ever be,
a golden archer of friendly destruction,
me.
:: posted by Kaga, 5/21/2006 09:48:00 pm

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