BlitzwingRox

Wars were waged and battles fought for pride’s sake Upon the field the dead fell, glass-eyed, never to wake Gas flooded trenches and bullets filled the air Blood coated what once were meadows of flowers fair The world was at war, the Fatherland to blame Its sons sent forth to die, lost and without a name For the Fatherland, they died But from the blood and mud a legend did emerge Deutschland’s finest soldier, its past infamy to purge Despite his valiant efforts, the world war was lost His reputation martyred, like Christ upon the cross He watched his land fall downward, to poverty, starvation Until another man came forth, promis

Shall I compare thee to a lover? With thy sweet caresses and whispered words of power Thou art beautiful, so it has been said across time Thine ageless eyes that seek out this heart of mine Art of the deepest blue, reflected by the sun’s pure light And untouched by the temptress who calls herself the night Thou didst call out to me when I dared to sit by thy side With thy soft and steady voice thou whispered on the tide Thou didst not miss me in the years between our meetings Nor did thy heart crave for our next, though it be fleeting But when I met thee today, to sit upon the pale beach with thee Thou sang with the voice of birds and