Tim Vallie Poems

Can you feel the fire
Do you feel the rage
Can you feel the demon
You have trapped and caged
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When the rivers run red with blood
And their shores are lined in bone
When the darkness comes like a flood
Then a dead man will sit on the throne
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I am the shadow that lurks in the night
I am the darkness that brings terror, fright
I am the demon that comes in your dreams
I am the horror that thrives from your screams
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Over fields of War soars the Raven, on wings of Death he flies
He sees the clash of bone and sword, hears the dying cries
Flies above the bloodied earth, his wings black out the sun
Come to collect the honored dead, each and every one
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An army of Angles marches to suppress a Demon hoard
They search the holy mountains, at the ready are their swords
A clash between the Holy and Demonic shall very soon erupt
A battle of ‘tween the Heavenly Pure and the Unholy Corrupt
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The fires of war are burning, they burn forever bright
The horns of war are blowing, they summon warriors to fight
Two armies come to battle, a clash of sword and shield
And when the fight is over, blood and death shall coat the field
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It may think but never speak
This creature strange and meek
Four arms and yet no hands
From strange forgotten lands
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Do not bury these old bones
Burn me while I'm fresh
Don't place me beneath cold stone
Set a flame unto my flesh
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He rides the fields triumphant, in armor plated gold
His horse a great white stallion, it's rider ever bold
He is the Horseman Conquest, for power does he lust
He cares not for honor, goodness, or even being just
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A fire blazes in my soul
This inferno rages out of control
You told me that you loved me
Said you’d never hurt me
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