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War of The Roses
Contributed by
ripshark
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Friday, 7th November 2003 @ 02:37:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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The War of the Roses
The land so green, and the rose so red
Spilt blood on a field of petals
No magic in the deaths of men
Yet they still come, again and again
Lambs to slaughter
Death stalks Tamarieal once again
Three mighty houses set in their ways
The Setharian, so proud and arrogant
The Remero, lords in their high castles and
The Beltrans, nomads to the soul
Flint on flint, the first spark and war
The snake of evil coils tightly round the hearts of men
A single thrush sings its tune
The raven pecks the eyes of dead
A new atrocity caused by all
But no voice for the fallen
What hero adorns the dawn?
A pawn in the violent game of gods
Tithonus steps silently in Death’s field
Mouthing prayer to Aurora
Aut vincere aut mori, a verbis ad verbera
Bright steel gone, leaving rotten
He shed a tear, for no one else would
Twice crowed then gone, a flash of thought
Three days journey to Tyron keep
Thought of friends long past
Those yet begotten by war and foe
Still Tithonus suffered on Setharain lords
Nor soul or mind theirs, gold was gold
And steel was steel
Aut vincere aut mori: Victory or death
a verbis ad verbera : From words to action
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2003-11-07 14:37:34] (Date/Time posted on
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