Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Katzenberg Aug 2015
"Through grim and void we march towards freedom,
we are all proud by serving the original Vow.
Confronting the dreams of solitude and awe,
our eyes will burst with tears by remembering home."- Spoke the youngest of all, and the elders listened.

"Our smiles will freeze like an old photograph,
and that burden is expected decay and colapse some day.
Finding two men alive from five, saving two souls by killing ten. It ain't worth it." - Said the captain to the *****.
"Our children will forgive you for being a murderer."- She replied.
"Will we ever forgive ourselves for being murerers?": The enemy thought before he walked into the tent and killed them both.

"There's no phoenix rising, only a lifetime of carrion
and a hostile wind that will carry our ashes across the battllefield."- Said the drinking middle aged man to the Bartender.
"We curse them, they curse us, there is no good side neither bad, sir, just a special feeling of threat, and some kind of love for killing. It's unforgiving, but it doesn't matter at all. We still die."- Interrupted the youngest of all.

And from the distance was heard:
"Let us cut through the ominous throat of the land!
Let us march upon destruction in the name of love!
Fatal wounded, disarmed, violated, murdered, we don't care!
Because we are laughing at the grave of a lost friend,
we conceive destiny and grin to the blood moon.
Oh! Mater Bellum ora pro nobis.
Nobis hoc ostenderent. Sancta pulchra bellicum.."*

   And the land was painted in red, the men dead and a strange smell crawled in the air. The songs stopped, the laughs went silent. There was nothing and nothing happened . Just one red drop in the sea of blue.
I'm sorry, I was listening Death in June while writing this.
Turoa Oct 2021
One does not scale then claim
the ancient mountain

Nor by pretension tame the sea

Sate the deep fire’s searing fountain

Noble, though futile attempts be.



Blood, sweat stained, predatory

Alone infernum, lux ignis I stand.

I fight with no hope for victory

Mine crimson staccato metronome,
life’s sweet stain on desert sand.



Dispassionate, Fire’s breadth consuming all

Whilst ever hollowing from within;

Cracked lips cachinnate the brazen gall,

Endeavoring as healers’ medicine.



Adrift till the last ember chokes,
emptied all of malice and slaughter,

Peace be that last repose, my nox aquis,
to be embraced by night upon the water.
Caleb John Apr 2020
Him:

I long to lay eyes upon you

But I must pursue

This creature will be the victor

I fear that if I forsake the chander

What will occur shall be sinister

I promise you I shall come home

As soon as I end this forever roam

I shall return to see our child

This hunt is running wild

Your eyes are what keeps me alive

I can nothing do but strive

I remember your smile

T'will push the weakest through any trial

I am not strong

But I cannot allow our family to be victim to this wrong

I shall come home

My love


Her Response:

When shall you return?

I can no longer discern

You say you are not weak

But never have I seen someone with such seek

Do not allow the creatures trail

To allow our love er fail

I miss the kindness in your eyes

I would choose to see them o'er the choicest dyes

Our son needs a Father

He only knows a saunter

Soon he will be a man

He needs an anchor in the sand

I need you

I know not how to continue

Your leadership did give comfort

I am yet unstable

Your embrace is what I miss

I still remember our final kiss

My dear husband

Use your blade for thy return

To our dearest Angle-Land
Danielle B Fire Aug 2020
00
black birds songs long when midnight meets two zeros
freedom’s hard to feel in cages, unsung heros
from the distance, a free bird listens

left to lose,
tied, denied dreams
black bird cursèd
broken wings

tied
and broken feet
with a broken voice sings

sings of freedom

new dawn
new song
canticum novum
flight might come soon
i wrote this on a beach in san francisco, impulsive urge to go, caught a ride with a stranger. was a mess, crying, reading 'i know why the caged bird sings' by maya angelou.

— The End —