He ended the beginning.
His hands lit the willows on fire.
Sparked the flames of desire,
And made the ravens soar higher.
The Elders with scrolls,
The Guardians with prophecies,
The Gods with policies,
The Mortals with indignities.
Searching through the land,
Heeding the Divines' command.
Granting a will,
There was a gap I needed to fill.
"A battalion of thousands,
Protector of lands,
You shall receive thee,
The wishes of the Gods."
The crumbling walls met our gaze.
The smog, the fire caught us, Strays.
Catching a glimpse of his grin,
That lit up the match in me.
Looking down to my hands,
I saw the stains made by my demands.
This was a place I could not defend.
I had started the end.
-A Hero's Fury, Devon Heisenberg.
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Subject 189 || A Collection
PoetryA book filled with all the poems I have written. The themes and topic of the poems are random and some poems were written when I was back in 2nd Grade. Expect disappointment:).
