Hirelings of light

Within the spirits of the light
We'll walk along the road of life.
Without fear or delight,
Between the borders of the knives

We will break through, we'll fight,
And our enemies will hide,
And run away out of sight
Until we let them faint and die

Under the veil of the night
And pass forever out of mind...

But we are hirelings of light,
A lumber, buried and denied...

                23.01.2010


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Wow! I'm afraid to write reviews on poetry with reviews of other poets, because their reviews decorate your poems. As always you have a perfect poem!

Кирилл Молотков   09.04.2010 20:01     Заявить о нарушении
And, as usual, thank You ;)

Николай Порада   13.04.2010 21:23   Заявить о нарушении