A Poem: Pain Without Bleeding
So yeah. Darker, right? And emo too.
The pain grows stronger.
And the heart aches more.
The wound is ethereal,
No scar mars the flesh,
Though the agony is knives.
A scalpel in a madman's hand
Could do no more damage
Than an unkind word from you.
Emo. Wheee.
A Poem: Victory at Sunset
I needed to get something written today to not break the chain. Poetry seemed easiest. Enjoy.
The amber glint off sharpened steel,
A silver snake reflecting the sun,
My blade did flash and slice the air;
Cut through my foe 'fore he knew twas done.
A scarlet rain did splash my face;
My tongue did taste the new-spilled iron.
The battle done, my heart did race,
Arms heaving in Apollo's fading fire.
I dared not gloat over my fallen foe,
Though I had proved the better man,
Hard years of fighting had taught me thus:
No fight is yet done before some other began.
I turned to face the setting sun
And raised my sward to salute its grace.
I cast one last look at the defeated man
The turned, and let the world draw on apace.
Huzzah. Comments welcome.