VindictaA Poem by James DarrowBefore one can be victorious, there must be vengeance.
As the fires climb and the ashes fall
I bear witness to many a crime You threatened my family, one and all Vengeance will be mine, this is the time ~-~ In the fields, bodies fester and rot Your path, a trail of blood and flames This resistance isn't for naught You will be stricken down in shame ~-~ Your armor in the red sun of the dawn Smeared in soot and covered in crimson Your sword, claimer of lives of the pawns Dried blood caked across in ribbons ~-~ Our blades meet, our strength shown That evil smile of yours, an atrocity In this battle, we fight on our own We carve at each other with ferocity ~-~ You call me a fool I call you tyrant You say I am a tool I say I am only defiant ~-~ With another hit, you are brought down That sadistic smile wiped clean The blood that is your own drains out The ground wet in a red sheen ~-~ Many graves to be made for the lost But today I will revel in this For you were brought low, at great cost But here and now, I am Invictus © 2011 James DarrowAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on July 1, 2011 Last Updated on July 1, 2011 AuthorJames DarrowFederal Way, WAAboutI'm a 21 year old guy living in Washington state who has a fancy for writing. Why? Well, I'm told I have an artistic mind and writing has been my most cathartic method of expression. Before writing,.. more..Writing
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