Under Almond Sky
Come feed this night
oh soldiers scream
whence once you delved in killing
Lest you think my starving soul
is weak and not much willing
Upon my shield of honor's true
My sword remains in sheath
Much too soon my sad demise
will reward the ground beneath
Your birthing of this moment's misery
flow's quietly now in vain
when just a fool must follow rules
amidst cold sophism of pain
The thoughts are tested in theories game
Its in the eyes of Apollo
The truth is clearly jagged now
and much too hard to swallow
The change of tyme
the change of rhyme
when meter loses breath
we chase a dream
in midnight's scream
The form has met it's death
the form is you
the form is I
beneath a quandary
under almond sky
we kiss good-bye
as bullets fly
dedicated to the survivors of the holocaust
For Sweeetfeeds Challenge
By Bubby
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