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|Hello reader and yes this is another one of my poems. Kind of short and sweet... well, not exactly sweet but then it depends on your point of view. This poem is... you got it... war. But just ask yourself this, has there ever been a storm that simply felt like there was more to it then rain and clouds and roaring winds, something mighter, something that decides the fates of lives...?||
The Storm of War
The clouds are dark,
Appear at once,
And suck away the light.
The once blue sky is covered by a black darkness,
Just as a person's eyes are covered by death.
The trees sway to a dark dance,
As the howling,
crushing winds of lost souls dance with them.
Winds of ice,
with chill fingers wrap around the warmth;
And as if it was a vampire,
slowly kill and suck it away.
Then the sadness falls,
falls to drown the earth.
The frigid tears of angels who try and fight the dark ones…
… but are failing,
And WE sit aside.
Staring at the darkened skies.
We hear the rolls of the drums of the dead,
We hear the souls of the damned as they fly through the trees…
… vainly seeking peace from the cold torment.
The angels fight and you hear their battles as the lightning rolls,
God fights and we see his struggles as the lightning illuminates the sky,
And you see the face of death garbed, robed in clouds.
and hear as God and his first fallen angel fight over heaven.
But it will end…
… and they will go.
Neither side winning…
… neither side losing.
Locked within this stalemate of wind and rain.
Casting the world out of the embrace of the storm of war.
Safe… for now…
But one day…
one day the storm will not end.
|Night||The Gypsy Chronicles: Proem & 1/2 Part 1|
|Meaningless Life||Gypsy Chronicles 2 (Proem & Chapter 1)|