On the outskirts of wilderness lies a forgotten dream.
Dreamt in the depths of unconsciousness hidden within a scream.
High amidst the broken evergreens flies a lonely eagle.
Twisted and taunted and blasphemed he comes amongst the people.
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Silver knights will march against the cross and bring about the demon whom all will carry through the moss into the winter season. Very poetic my dear Paul. your poems are really wonderful. indeed i have fear to touch ur poems.. the fear is that i will never be able to do justice to your great poems when i comment.. thank u a heap for touching my poems and commenting. they are valuable comments from a great poet like you. thanku again. tony