Monday, March 20, 2006
Harvest
The stars shine weak
And weary, faint hearted they
Stagger as the bloody sickle
Mows them down
Silver grains fall before
The harlot of the night
Her crimson light
Shines on all as she
Gathers her grim harvest
Before the golden dawn
And weary, faint hearted they
Stagger as the bloody sickle
Mows them down
Silver grains fall before
The harlot of the night
Her crimson light
Shines on all as she
Gathers her grim harvest
Before the golden dawn
# posted by anarchistbanjo @ 3:08 PM 
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Just thought I'd pop in to let you know I added to to the list of 100 Blogging Poets In 100 Days-- Episode II. I hope it brings you lots of new readers.
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