Overhead in the sky
dance bleeding virgins
tempting the boys
with their innocent scent.
And while they lament
and beg for love
the girls tease
and try to please.
Love scorn
and
war torn
the boys come marching home.
The sky, stained with virgin blood
and the scent is long since gone.
With tears in her eyes
and a scar on her chest
she sobs at his feet.
For while he was gone
it was so long
and the boys at home got drunk
-Alden E. Nelson
May 26th 2007
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