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"trebuchets" poems
The treeline stands as sentinels, Offering crowns to the crescent moon. The rooted column of soldiers Witness the slender shadow as it grew. A thumb sized fairy in its hand, Bent double to whisper tidings Of human flesh on sacred land. That which is sacrosanct Can not so easily be swayed! As all the beasts of myth and nightmares Charge on into the fray. The knight finished taking a **** against the tavern wall, The last defence of the realm, children and us all. Well..... That and trebuchets, Spears, Swords. All the tools of war. Far beyond the Forrest front Pride, The Lord of Man Forges ill thought plans Lazily playing chess, cavalier With the lives of pawns. Thoughtlessly moving pieces with Trembling blood stained hands.
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC
All the Beasts of Myth
Went to bed and dreamed of getting my *** kicked by the Queen of Earthquakes. Six hours later and I'm waking up with a headache. Hid from the sun beneath sweaty sheets. The only thing that gets cold here is the space in our chest. Road the bus with a load of automatons withered with rust. Scanning the seats with dead-beat eyes. Hey, would you mind if we traded places? I like the window seat best. Paperclip trebuchets wage war in front of ignored spreadsheets. Just another day in paradise, but now I think I feel a stirring between my legs. Here we sit waiting on a disaster to speed up our slow demise. But all that aside, the thing is that when I stare into her eyes I can feel my feet sliding - Carrying me toward the tittles in the middle with a gliding force that can't be avoided. i think i might like her a little.
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Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC
Your Face Is a Vortex (And I Think It's Unwound My Cerebral Cortex)
What you wanted was war Thundering and merciless Wanted Armageddon to roll in So you could follow every avenging angel Brash with bloodlust And feel righteous in the end I felt the shift in the atmosphere Heard the horsemen, saw the lightning But I had long ago grown weary Of desperate, clashing swords You built trebuchets So I built walls Studying the stillness of stones Observing the physics of load bearing and Force balancing and Standing unshaken as the sky itself shatters The onslaught was calculated Unyielding and arrogant But of all the accusations lobbed over the ramparts The only ones that drew blood Were those fashioned after my own devices Those festering things that grew out of my nightmares Seeded with the secrets I'd once let fall in peacetime You've called out endlessly for my head But I won't bleed out for you here I've been studying the patience of water The salty tracks quietly working their way Through all the hard places Out to the sea I won't bleed out for you here I faced the red maw that would unmake me I spun my own stitches out of ether And lived
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Oct 26, 2022
Oct 26, 2022 at 7:41 AM UTC
The Patience of Water
Chase these drunken foreigners Back to their ****** land. Make sure they don't come back Lest we cut off their filthy hands. They walk right through our borders And set fire to our barns They **** our farmers' daughters And they vandalise our farms They bring their bows and arrows And roll in their trebuchets Then they fire off their weapons And destroy our country's face. Now go swift and see it done, Send our armies to the field! We'll make sure they don't come back again, We'll show them what we feel.
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 1:00 AM UTC
Invaders