NeroA Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldAn ode to the old fiddler.Tired silence breaks under time and stealth, A fearful act of cowards make men, men, Barelled walls steal blood from those few, The titan stands tall towered when, when.
Slayed masters mock bodies between rows, Guided hands feel forth souls heat, heat, Women dance with demons in shires close, Fractured branches fall off quiet neat, neat.
Brace a stone and crash wood open along time, Slack reminders of an earth by hero's, hero, A city burned bright and hot warming feet, He danced circles and lines that Nero's, Nero. © 2011 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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31 Reviews Added on July 1, 2011 Last Updated on July 1, 2011 AuthorThomas FitzgeraldWexford, Leinster, IrelandAboutTo all who know by now - I love you. For those that don't, I review a lot of work on here, and I expect the same in return, friend me but make sure to have conviction! I'm a horror writer mostly bu.. more.. |

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