Ian Jobst

Rookie - 1 Points (October 14,1999 / Oxford)

An Ode to the Day of Lightless Fire 9-11


A day marred by fire
Fire with no light
It began as normal till
A bird of silver entered sight
Vulture of heaven a mourning dove
Twin castles standing tall
Spirits led by hate not love
Beings led to loathing’s squall
Religious love turned to festered hate
Forked tongues speak velvet voice
Demon tears rule our fate
Evil cries sing rejoice
As cries ring forth to heavens high
The world heart was dealt a sigh
The dead delivered to kingdom come
Little under 3000 in sum
Poisons deep move ever slow
Just as forgiveness we shan’t forget
For 9-11 seeds shall ever sow

Submitted: Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
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