Poems

My friend

My friend, such pane you gave
to you Isold my soul
to be within yor mind
and play the puppet role

My friend you were the god
far more damned than me
me from inside you burned
my need to kill sprung free

My friend, the fallen god
lying on the ground
just bleeding wounds, no cries
can never break me down

The master, down he is
struck by the pupils hand
all you ever taught
was used to get you down

Lord Valentin