Tuesday 31 July 2012

New poem by bane


An ode to parting frnds:


I walked alone on a path I tread
I met some women and men when life made me frayed


A word, a poke, a slap, a look
the strains of life and pain it took


I began to cherish the luxury of friends
never thought a parting, the heart it rends


Felt a parting would not be hard
wrong that I was, it hurt, inward


To lose a friend is to be born anew
when thou know not the world and view


I miss you my friends and all
barriers won't divide us nor would walls


Count me when thou count thy souls
bane of mortals shall only void my roles


Fear nay the known nor the unknown
the shield of your people's love you've always worn


May success be be thine... never you frown
The jewel of glory your name shalt it crown... !!

--- bane havoc (missing friends)