*** i wrote this after liberating many Iraqi...
Scourged and beaten under thumb...
Slowly I let Midnight go
and backed away from him...
While gazing cross the lake outside,
the moon was full and bright...
A false sense of desperation,
Grasping for hope in the unknown...
In all my years, I've never seen
A sinking ship as bad as me...
Bind his feet and hands real tight
make sure that hes secure...
Her face contorted to a glare,
an air of hate presided...
Don't wish... Don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart...
Scampering on down the hall
like a dog whose found her bone...
Blending amongst the rocks and sand,
seen to be as one...
Pieces of him fell about
as the fighting raged...
Thru cotton faint
blue skies so quaint...