Shrike
Gleaming steel
bloodied blades
height so tall
victims abound
kill them all
Three feet tall
or just above
four thorned arms
the killing embrace
just watch as
the blood just flows
Raining now
slowly down
like rose petals
of deep red
like it's eyes
the gleam of rubies
struck by light
controller of time
disappears
out of sight.
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2 Comments:
Nice, I always like a Hyperion reference. Who doesn't love the Shrike!
Thanks! Maybe I should do another poem on a second favorite; Martin Silenus :P The Shrike just rocks my socks :D
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