a camp of monsters from hell, <br />nearby a man whipped into a bloody form. <br />hopeless men attempt try to sell, <br />the wind tempest creates a destructive storm. <br /> <br />captured by these demonic beasts, <br />use us as bait from my own allies, im sure. <br />the beast's in the tent feast, <br />on what all men crave, power. <br /> <br />the night is darkened by the fall of the sun, <br />dark spirits roam the black mass, I <br />thought all seemed lost, thought then life was done, <br />overlook the skies, winged armoured birds fly by. <br /> <br />a man lies, controlled by thirst and hunger, <br />i must help but wonder what gonna happen to me. <br />a dead rabbit lies stripped of its fur, <br />the enemy march us away, graves from as far as i can see<br /><br />taylor hakala<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prisoner-of-war-3/
