BATTLEFIELD

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    BATTLEFIELD
    Conqueror of Stone

    Blade sharpened

    as Fear Shimmers down Spine

    Teeth Clinched

    Eyes Drawn

    Blood Lust Barbaric

    Howling Wolves Scream

    Twisted Sounds of Lost Spirit

    Mud meets Bone.

    Blood meets Stone.

    Mortality is Imminent

    Your Fall draws Near

    Slain Conquerors

    Wicked Reaper just Above

    Sickle in Hand

    Calling your Name once Again.

    Triumphant We shall not Know

    A Whistle of Wind through Your Helmet

    Cooling Dampness Be.

    Focus Young Warrior

    Focus

    This is Your Battlefield

    Trust in Thee.

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    Shelby commented on BATTLEFIELD

    07-22-2009

    Brilliantly written! I really like the format. it's... unusual but interesting. But nontheless, I love this poem.
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    jademelissa74 commented on BATTLEFIELD

    06-10-2009

    I love the intense content of all of your pieces. You manage to arrange mystical phrases into a hell of a poem. You are a true artist! Very creative indeed! A "must-read" for me! Good job darling!
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    HandsofCrimson

    07/22/2009

    thank you Jade, I am really looking forward to reading more of your stuff. So mysterious you are... intrigue me.

    Tray4 commented on BATTLEFIELD

    06-10-2009

    Is this your battle field ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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    HandsofCrimson

    07/22/2009

    yes Tray yes.

    AbysmalGoddess commented on BATTLEFIELD

    06-08-2009

    Different... I love the way you experiment with different writing styles. You definitely get the point across and the expression in this priceless. I didn't think I'd go for it, but I love it!
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    HandsofCrimson

    07/22/2009

    thank you , you are very sweet.

    wordCollective commented on BATTLEFIELD

    06-08-2009

    Different from the rest of the SHIT on here. Very visual very cool! =) Maybe you should make this into a painting also??....
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    HandsofCrimson

    06/10/2009

    great idea.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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