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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=351039" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Dawns Light</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=351039" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Grasped in his hand<br>The source of ones life, ones self. <br>On the mans grave is where he stands. <br>Raising lifes container high a glint of lust upon his eye <br>Everyone chanting, a thousnd bands. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=351039" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He smiles his risty smile, he blinks his bloody eyes. <br>He watches as blood runs down his arm, to its pooling lake. <br>For he knows that on this night it signifies all who will die. <br>The will die innecent, young, by his command. <br>And they know he means what he orders, for he never lies. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=351039" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He opens his mouth as if to speak, <br>Yet he does not say, he only raises the thing to his mouth <br>As he pours the blood into his mouth the sun starts to peak. <br>It is dawn they shall attack. <br>As he stands, in his hand he holds his drink. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=351039" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He thrusts his arm up and the battle shall start, <br>He looks over the man, and he grins, a grin of hate of power, <br>As he looks at the blood; deaths art<br>He turnsaway from the mand body, still holding his heart.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Bethany+Maxwell">Bethany Maxwell</a></strong></div>