## Mindragon's Poetry

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    059
    By   : MINDRAGON
    Subj : A poem.....

        i wake  to my death
      ina a garden
      rotting flowers
     is living not fatal?

      does not
      death define life?
     and living
     give death meaning?

     We are trapped
     in ourselves
     the maulderpot slag
     of history
     formed again
     by a smiths hammer
     smithy of humankind

     the hammer, us
     the forger, man........

     eric-sama

    068
    By   : MINDRAGON
    Subj : A poem of mine...

    Vastness before me
    finete at my back
    shifting colors
    changing sounds

    I brood
    stable
    in chaos
    gone and back again

    Sights i see
    words to describe i lack
    grey torward new polers
    citizen of many strange towns

    aren't we all nude
    labeled
    death, nay loss
    on a infinitesimal plane

    After all
    we're only human
    AREN'T WE!?
    AREN'T WE???

    ---Eric Hirt

    077
    By   : MINDRAGON
    Subj : Armageddon Legion

    I watch, onmy platform of air,
    the army pass left to right.
    tireless solders, all flowing
    like a immortal river.

    On, the line goes
    wearing the road ever deeper
    forests around the path, silent,
    grim solders that do not talk.

    Dark bird alights on my shoulder
    murmuring in my ear.
    I deploy it again,
    waiting for a reply.

    Wings of light, land
    i hear, i listen
    bird caws
    ATTACK

    I smile, and wave my hand.
    solders smile back.
    Army remains quiet no longer,
    singing lewd ballads.

    ATTACK
    the order has come
    ATTACK
    rejoice, the time is here!

    Thunder sounds.
    I jump, startled.
    Smiling, i return to sleep,
    blinding bird, flutters at my window.

    ---Eric Hirt(me)

    079
    By   : MINDRAGON
    Subj : Edge of Infinity

    I race against infinity
    far in the lead
    holy trinity
    life, death, and creed

    Heart of glass
    gilded by steel
    you are crass
    if you think i cannot feel

    your sword
    cuts deep my soul
    but i am lord
    for i remain whole

    Obsessed with mortality
    doomed to life
    living is a fatality
    veteran of eternal strife

    My race is run
    the greatist of the best
    my life is done
    lay me to rest...

    lay me to rest...

    ---Eric Hirt