We Who Face This Battle In Our Poverty

I heard great winds are coming

storms, floods and all that annihilates

bringing a war upon us

You the mother of our dreams

Me the last heir of our kingdom.

We stand side by side

like great warriors

With your golden Armour 

and my gallant archery.

We stand here in our wilderness

In the seasons of our poverty

to fight once more

to surrender to the mystics of god.

Its the battle you were born for

to be glorified as the diamond Queen

In these fading days of your spirit

I am the omni-present blessings.

 

Turn your face and look around

Am right beside you

sharing your battle

Offering my platinum prayers for you.

With each day we grow more pragmatic, 

more compassionate,more preeminent

Deep down I take heavy breaths

Never showing a sigh,embracing velvet anthems

just to win this crusade for you.

 

Reviews

[Westminster Abbey]

For how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his father
And the temples of his gods?

Lovely poem

100/100
-Abbey
:)

[Blue Ivory]

A very deep, powerful and entertaining read. Kinda reminded me of game of thrones. Idk why :P Probably cuz you said winds are coming.

[Balkaran Sidhu]

:D thanks

[G!o]

A challenging writing that has charm and beautifully written to details. You've tackled the theme well. I enjoyed this.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

this is a curious title, given all the glamorous, high standing, regal references which you make throughout this poem

[gombeggar]

'I am right beside you' --perhaps ...lots of ego in this, perhaps that's rightly written here

[Robert James Parfett]

Beautifully written.I appreciate your style as it is completely different to mine. Like the way it ended.

[patricia]

Great charm, instilling security and tenderness. Outstanding word choices. Didnt like the line beginning with ...AM... thought it would have sounded better as I AM. Apart from that ...what can I say, as always...breathtakingly beautiful.

[Alexander Rodgers]

It's not every day that you see a well written Fantasy poem, and you sir, have done that well. I like how as time goes by they don't worry, they only get stronger and anticipation grows inside them. The last two lines are genius, ''Never showing a sigh,embracing velvet anthems
just to win this crusade for you.'' Great work!

[Marie]

Perhaps poets must crusade with anthems as weapons...bearing standards of illusion...