Death Omen Part I

by Emo   Apr 17, 2007


There is a death omen
Forty or so bow men
Some scream from being tore
There will be no cure
Lots will be sore
More will be done for
Some yell orders
Some on THE borders
Others see the shores of death brimming
People somewhere with tea simmering
The timing will be right
There will be no more fight

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