Pure Intents and Purer Soul Date: Monday, 2nd October 2006 @ 11:46:20 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Chamaron Pure intents and purer soul, Unmarked conscience and freeform mold, One plate shifts while the other holds, A second's friction makes a decade's hole. What once was innocent Hardens in premature form. In the dawn of bitterness, The child goes to war. The hatred of hate Recognizes its hypocrisy far too late. Evening falls as the child waits, The souls will collide in common traits. Hatred cuts the earth a canal, Evil trickles through with its poison. As the child steps to cross, The river widens. At last the child succeeds, With only a fractured mind and scraped knees. What awaits them again is the power of Hatred, Of which the child does not fear. They draw their swords As their ultimate fate draws near. This poem is Copyright © Chamaron Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=126479