Dancing Wakes the Sleeping Giant, (coded poem)
Date: Wednesday, 10th July 2002 @ 03:33:17 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: ThornMEngla
Demons dance round ill fires;
such rage by evil sired,
as hate daggers stab three
limbs in freedom oak tree.
The screams fell round a globe
who's garbed in terror robes.
Dark skies rain down hot tears
that burn razor cut fears.
Coward evils in caves
bring up a young as slaves,
and sends throughout brave lands
their noxious anthrax sand.
Cancer of evil quakes
as mammoths country awakes.
encoded message:
Dei gratia, credo, in hoc signo vincimus!
(By the grace of God, I believe, in this sign, (the cross), we conquer!
This poem is Copyright © ThornMEngla
|
|
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=14
|