Poems

Arise

I ask of you now; who's hearts' been pierced back together. Fall upon his earth with all hands placed in prayer! Has the depth of our sorrow and regret beckon from the dark a new friend? How much shall you stand for? A lewd tongue erupts from the pure silence of those who justly carry on. Sleep will soon be here, yet I shall not be persuaded, for I am but a ruthless, vagrant warrior. One trampled afoot by the waters of my woes. Oh let me cry out that all truth be spoken! Let the tears of his youth sweeten the stain of her lips. Carry forth with great strength; the heart of those who love deeply. Gather all hate and let it swallow your fear. She will fuel the hunger for years to come and not be turned aside. Hark! Sleep has now spoken! Alas; our eyes heavy in stories of today, wait to carry us deep into slumber. Rest now, for the fires will rise again and the battles shall rage once more.