Child of War

Child of war, you offspring of death. Where shall you wonder, and draw your breath? Child of war, you victim of the sea. Do you long for the deeps, or will you struggle to be free? Child of war, you legacy of the skies. Do the screams of engines, bring you more bombs to defy? Child of war, you symbol of fear. Will you march in columns, or don flowers to bear? Child of war, where does your path end? For though the world may yet stumble, Your kind, we never wish to mee...
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The Blackest Night

Creeping shadows, and a fall from grace, wooden feathers with no embrace. Respite of endless, color and hue, howls and screams, the silent blue. Piercing panes of the blackest night, from roaring fire, till embers plight. Lost in the sea of silent dreams, nose complete, last of the seams. Sealing the lid, with kisses of steel, obsolete till the end, a flightless keel. Peace will be found, a boat paid by gold, The journey complete, what lies ahead is untold.
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Of Roses & Shadows

Passion deep, a gash of roses, while thorns embrace a setting sun. Though brush of lips may kindle fire, tonight’s despair, clouds the beating drums. The static noise of harps and flutes, reach out to hold the light. But as water trickles through veins of flesh, the call distant, a coat of velvet night. Now ascending, from the deepest depth, the fog of shadows shifts to glas. And dew is lifted, a mother’s kiss, as grass is felt, and music heard.
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The Path of Eternal Dawn

Thus we gather, all dressed in black, our path illuminated by late summer light. Together we stand, as our brother descends, the eternal isle, a path with lights end. Oblivion stands, only for those who flicker, for he who succumbs, dust only withers. As fire is dual, in fertility and death, hope arises, the end is not yet met. ‘As from ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring. Renewed shall be boy that was broken, the groom is now proclaimed king’ (in...
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