James Pansegrau

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On the battle field once more
Sword drawn out towards the war
Through the air the sounds of catapults tore,
As they hit you, smell the fiery tar
...

When looking into the pools,
Pools of color you call eyes,
I lose my way each and every time,
Only to find my mind,
...

Once emerged in darkness,
I had thoughts for no one,
Then one day came when,
You entered my life,
...

Looking into the nights sky,
The moon gleaning with light
Stars shining bright
and I dream of a day
...

6.

Walking the halls,
Watching the smiles,
Waiting for the time,
When they will realize,
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7.

Looking out unto,
At the flowing river,
And I wish that I could let,
Let my feelings for you,
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I look at their smiles,
And wonder why I cannot feel that happy,
And realize that they are the reason,
The reason why I’m in the cage,
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War, when will we end it.
Death, does come from it.
Hate, happens because of it.
Revenge, fuels and drives it.
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Walking up the shallow hill.
Upon its crest a tree doth wait.
It ponders over the mossy mill.
That so many of its brothers fell,
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light battles the Dark, for if the light were to
yield the Darkness would consume all that the
light once touched, if this were to happen humans
would act how they truly are, Dark.
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Twixt was the time of night and day.
Traveled through the leaves of decay.
Transcribed upon skin with ink.
The tales of that night.
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14.

Paths twist, Paths separate.
One goes left, One goes right.
They had met together this night.
Now they part both taken in the morning light.
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The battlefield is set.
The stones and grass was wet.
The man stands still sword drawn.
The creature lay soaked in blood beneath his feet.
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James Pansegrau Biography

I write sometimes it makes sense. I live in Nova Scotia, Canada. Seems like it has been forever that I posted new stuff. Added 6 today. All of which are untitled I am welcome to suggestions! Currently writing a novel in my spare time.)

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The Last Battle

On the battle field once more
Sword drawn out towards the war
Through the air the sounds of catapults tore,
As they hit you, smell the fiery tar
And the burning flesh of men who’s cries call
To return fire with arrows from up high.
Out the portcullis to meet the shield wall
Our swords clashed against the attackers of nigh
Hours have passed I now stand alone
Blood soaked sword fallen from my hand
I walk through the dead, my armor moans
As I dropp onto the land.
I look towards the keep, my lady looking and pointing
As I turn my head, a sword flashes, and I fall, left dying

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