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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Streets of blood She stood upon the terrace high streets of blood below The gate left open in the night, a dark sky threatens snow With swine and pearls running free her bed sheets fought the wind A tear drop fell her worried eyes at hate now once again Of drawbridge wars in endless fight to stones of castle keep A single rose a’ bloom this dawn as mothers come to weep For sons of father’s destined fall, these followed footsteps bare Along the streets so narrow, long, where death becomes aware “Enough!” she shouted far and wide “This fighting now shall end” “Take your swords and hateful spite, do not return again” And lifting high her amulet upon a staff of wood She chanted as the stone did glow this morning where she stood “Of peace, let all be felt this hour Thy breath of saddened greed Be gone, be gone, oh beast of war No longer doth thou feed Ye shadows o’er a nightfall mist Lest blood befall your hand Beyond this tree lined sacred place Be gone from this our land” When then a mighty wave did flow, the streets were cleansed of fear And there beyond horizons call the sunrise did appear And where once sat a single rose, one thousand buds did grow Of crimson red and silken gold, the sweetest fragrance flow Mothers hugged their children close as loudly trumpets blared The bloodied streets now white with snow and love by all was shared But there within the canyons lurked cast eyes of beaded red “I shall return to take this place O’ ye who think me dead” “To once more fill yon streets with blood of this ye can believe No matter what the masses want, know this, I shall not leave”
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