Thursday, August 12, 2010

VI. Inspirational Poetry




Sorrow for the one who betrayed,

for when he drew his fatal blade;

Sorrow also for the nations,

never to know the true salvation,

Sorrow in the deepest hell,

under which the darkness fell;

Sorrow for the evening sun,

until the morning dew will come;

Sorrow for my mother ‘dear’,

for all her days have drawn so near;

Sorrow for our liberty,

until we loose the chastity;

Sorrow deep, for all the souls,

that linger in the Hades’ moulds



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