To The VictorsA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenRavaged to surrender.To The Victors I don’t feel like dancing, not tonight, for the moon is hidden by dark clouds and the stars just won’t come out. Inside myself I just feel drained of all the hope that I have ever earned in my optimistic coat. A chill has settled in my chest, turning my heart ice cold with scepticisms b*****d child. And I am weary of the fight that I have often lost only to rise again in battle. So I wash the Asp of Jerusalem from my pallor’s face and offer my once swift sword that you may plunge it deep and end this pain.
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4 Reviews Added on September 23, 2014 Last Updated on September 23, 2014 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more.. |

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