The Cold Enemy

These liquid engines slowly shattering,
This golden candle painted glowing red!
Some distant falling holy ships are glancing,
Too many people flying overhead.

Their tiny pretty little bleeding nose!
My smiling face is watching me attacking!
I hear an ancient deadly whistle blows!
I never heard cathedral bells advancing.

Another being running deep,
To see the other side without retreat.
A leap of balance on an empty sweep,
A place to hide beneath the heavy heat.

An early morning after winter sleet.
Each day is gonna use an empty glare,
Better yet another quick retreat!
Too busy breathing under colder air.

No need to wear this fairly uniform,
That you can hardly even tolerate!
How many deadly heads are getting warm!
The sound of human souls annihilate.

Their bodies swinging from a bloody nose!
They travel through artillery positions,
Never listen when the whistle blows,
Like a focus on an old conditions.

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Poem Written by me