#citadel
As we sit, take our seats in the banquet hall,
everyone rushes to be the first to feast,
while we’re left choking on the past.
Does no one hear the wind,
wailing against the stained glass?
Silver goblets raised in mock celebration,
filled with the essence that I poured.
Gleeful toasts echo against fractured stone,
laughter filling the banquet hall.
Does no one see the blood,
dripping down these chains?
A little too late,
they finally look around.
The stained glass has cracked,
its stories bleeding out onto the marble floor.
The drapes now hang in tatters,
lace left ripped in shreds.
Is this what you wanted?
The desecration of this citadel?
As walls begin to tremble,
pillars groan under the weight of decay,
no one stays to help.
They run.
Feet that once stood in reverence
trample the sacred,
careless, unburdened.
But I remain.
Veins of frost cover the walls,
the ceiling yawns open, snuffing out the light,
and I cannot move.
Not as the glimmering chandeliers fall,
not as the stone gives way beneath me,
not as the ruins cave in.
As the winter chill creeps in,
the dust now settles.
Within the silence
of these hallowed grounds,
the echoes of laughter now lost.
As I watch from beyond.
A ghost draped in apathy,
watching the remnants of me buried,
watching the last echoes of my warmth
fade into cold ash.
Wondering if I will ever
rise back from the ashes.
No hands reach
into the wreckage.
No voices
call my name.
No one mourns.
And maybe
they never will.
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 1:02 AM UTC
My glorious Father and Mother Of Light,
I will bring home your family of light to your Citadel Of Light,
Where life is real and love is King and Queen,
My Royal Family Of Light, the armies of darkness want to steal the light of life from your children if that where possible,
May your First Child Of Light send aid to my war effort against the armies of darkness,
I am he who drives forth darkness and the foe,
Your Citadel Of Light, Which Is Called The New Blue Armilla Is The True Homeland,
Which Mother, You Wear, Your Bracelet With The New Blue Armilla On Your Right Upper Arm Mother Of Light,
Your Citadel Of Light, Which Is Called The New Blue Armilla Is The True Homeland,
Which Mother, You Wear, Your Bracelet With The New Blue Armilla On Your Right Upper Arm Mother Of Light,
Your Citadel Of Light, Which Is Called The New Blue Armilla Is The True Homeland,
Which Mother, You Wear, Your Bracelet With The New Blue Armilla On Your Right Upper Arm Mother Of Light!
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 9:31 AM UTC
You feel like a Dream,
Whom i daydream,
Every night with Moonbeam..
Clear i tell,
Bound by your Spell,
Yes i fell,
For your deep eyes citadel..
I know you know,
Why don't you show,
At least say NO,
Before my hopes grow..
But you just a dream,
Which will end by outdream..
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 12:45 AM UTC
Beneath the panning sky of brightest blue
As the city awakes to a sun or two.
Morning breeze, a wind aloft,
Dreamers leave their slumber to rise above.
This town saw, yesterday, its longest night,
History made in a little child's plight.
Running from life, as cruel as can be,
A citadel towers over the common folk as a witness to his story.
Drawn from safety, from his, nest he wandered too far,
As he innocently walked into a wicked man's trap.
Cautious glances couldn't save his life,
In the night, all they heard was his desperate cries.
A predator out on the loose preying on the lamb.
Silent whispers with the wind blows with might.
Now, as the morning sun awakens this town's life,
The citadel at the centre begs to be heard on the events of the previous night.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC