The Blade

The blade, sheathed behind the guard,
to defend or destroy, the anwer not clear,
at any moment, time will be disposed of,
for he doesn't understand, the death of one,
may meen happiness to one and dread to another,
so why should we choose who is the unlucky one?

How do we decide to inflict such needless violence,
to destroy someone, why do we do it questions unanswered,
we have just ended a life, a mind, a memory, and we feel nothing...

So why do we do it, why be there wepons, why rules?
Why fight for a community of ungrateful thugs
the answer lies simple you see,
for we all have our moments in destiny

very cool you are natural =D

Thanks, I made more poetry on the Nightmare factory

King_Arthas wrote:

How do we decide to inflict such needless violence,
to destroy someone, why do we do it questions unanswered,
we have just ended a life, a mind, a memory, and we feel nothing...

Because......THIS IS SPARTA! HAU! HAU! HAU!

anyways nice poetry though!

we want more!!!

Mkay... make another...

we want more we want MORE!!!