Icestorm
02-13-2007, 09:18 AM
Flick the wrist
hear the echo of the sword
Flowing through the air
with the moonlights grace
The men move like swans
gliding across the ground
Beauty in the blood of others
savagery in the hearts of men
The rain beats the roofs
the swords slicing through the drops
Glancing off its twin
it cries out in protest
The men never hear the silent cry
splitting the air
All they see is the body of an enemy
its all they dream
The silhouette of the other
breaking apart the mind
Bleeding the soul
Never hearing the cries of the heart
the man drops to the ground
His nightmares fading
his dreams dying
Never was he alone
his own judgement was enough
Seeking the emptiness
of the hollow sword
hear the echo of the sword
Flowing through the air
with the moonlights grace
The men move like swans
gliding across the ground
Beauty in the blood of others
savagery in the hearts of men
The rain beats the roofs
the swords slicing through the drops
Glancing off its twin
it cries out in protest
The men never hear the silent cry
splitting the air
All they see is the body of an enemy
its all they dream
The silhouette of the other
breaking apart the mind
Bleeding the soul
Never hearing the cries of the heart
the man drops to the ground
His nightmares fading
his dreams dying
Never was he alone
his own judgement was enough
Seeking the emptiness
of the hollow sword