Blood stains the ground, bodies lying around. My rest has been shattered, those who awoke me lay batterd. Heads and Hands, hung around my necks, on my clothes, the blood flecks. I interpenetrate my wings to fly aside, Stabbed from empennage today. Cries of anguish shatter the night, I decay from my thr matchless, most humble. Who was the one? Who gave him right? My most valuable possesions gone, I grumble: Ill bug out you, foul beast and soul to! Run wretched worm, your dead, you knew! pull in back my dearest love! Petit and sm alone as a dove. Ill never rest until I find... The one who took her out from me, In disorder and sorrow to you I bind, All your hate, Ha, I laugh in glee... Salvation youll seek Eternally, Pained Internally... freehanded youll never be, Dead Souls, Ill rest upon thee...
--References --> again i unfeignedly enjoyed reading this poem, still i didnt like the one credit line The one who took her away from me its capital imagery for losing a love one, though i think having the mystery of not acute what the poem is base on would have a bankrupt effect, but all in all a great poem, im just organism picky If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website:
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