poem 2 :>
Fallen heroes fading,
catastrophe and ruin's delivered
Eight-hundredth body and dream,
torn and disheveled
Mortal life; ephemeral
standing in a blood-stained cathedral
Wilting gladiolus, like a blaze
of a storm that savagely laid waste
Flickers of liquid fire enveloped
the stillness of the horrid air
Watching from the window
with little to no care
A tyrant from afar
Totality like a cruel czar
A ruler that hated insipidity
Never forgotten from history
No, I don't think about death
I am Death!
The flames of purgatory in my brain
laughing hysterically at my everlasting reign
Violet rays shone down, can you please listen?
Do not underestimate a 19th century villain.
Some words you might not understand are "czar and gladiolus", CZAR means an emperor of Russia before 1917, while GLADIOLUS is a flower that symbolizes heroism. :D
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Exiled Dreamers
PoetryA collection of poems I've written. The title means we're just dreamers who have yearned of merely dreaming and shutting off everything around us. Yet the harsh reality forcefully expels us from this source of happiness of ours. My poetry encompasse...
