Arise

When the world beats you down, how will you respond?

I struggle and fight

As I toil in the plight

Of surviving the nature of man.

The lowest beaten down,

To keep them in the ground.

It is all just a part of the plan.

I soldier and crawl

To climb over the wall

And be freed of the dirt and the sands.

A contest is made

To block the brigade

Of grasping and outreaching hands.

They pull and they hike,

Impaled on the pike

Of a promise to raise them above.

The masses, they swing,

As the champions sing

A false song of sickly sweet love.

The smiles conveyed

Are black and decayed

With a ravenous visage of greed.

The droned soulless song

Carries on all along,

Imploring all others take heed.

The hypnotized horde

Gives all it can afford

To grasp at unreachable dreams.

The champions on high

Laugh as they deny

All but the meagerest of means.

I rip and I claw

As I'm dragged to the maw

Unveiling the bottomless deep.

I grip and I cling

As I struggle to bring

Myself towards this horrid, dark keep.

The towering gate,

A source of debate

Of who has the privilege to pass.

The entrance now blocked,

Permanently locked,

By schemes of the high ruling class.

The surge and the sway

Of the endless array

Crashes and breaks like a wave.

The bodies are strewn

And new dreams are hewn

As the champions pick who to save.

Within disarray

And the endless decay

Held back by the burgeoning halls,

A voice shall arise

Above all the cries,

Calling to tear down the walls.

The hedonist scourge

Calls forth for a purge

To silence the descension of voice.

The uprising must die

To maintain their lie

And preserve the illusion of choice.

The swell from the crowd

Begins to grow loud

As more voices enter the fray.

The sound ringing clear,

Instilling deep fear,

And causing the champions dismay.

The freshly wrought din

Condemns all the sin

Of the hierarchy perched on their thrones.

The echoing cry

Fractures the sky,

Disrupting their world made of bones.

The people climb forth,

Headstrong, from the north,

For the blood in which they will bathe.

The champions lay still,

Robbed of their will;

A sacrifice to the hands of the wraith.

The charge from the night

Now swells with a might

That shudders the walls made of stone.

The tower laid siege

To dethrone the liege

And force ALL OF THEM to atone.

The fortress overrun,

The rebellion has begun.

Beaten by those that they despise,

The champions laid bare,

Gripped by their despair,

As the legion does what it must. Arise.

Reviews

[Annebelle Ashire]

Infinity/100
I'll be returning for a proper review.
This deserves quiet spaces and careful wording.
Amazing as always.
Xoxo