The Captain's DanceA Poem by Zack BurtonI hate writing about high concepts. The horror of war? Death? Let's see what you think.The shock, so long we lived in fear Absconding thoughts through every year How could we ever think we knew Whatever put our trust in you?
You monster, gladly put your name With every death, explode your fame
With fire, the age is at its start And every maiden stabs her heart For knowing that the war is here Brings pain and anger, doubt and fear
What is it now, an awful game? Where is the target of your aim?
Belial, saint of sure corruption Bring out your hate and soul destruction For if we have one thing to say It is that death is here to stay
I see and hear the screeching flame And then my eyes behold the dame
Oh, God - Oh, Lord, look at him now With all his might he takes a bow The act is over, but not the play He'll have their tears replayed today
It is with perdition that she came To tear apart our captain's frame
The captain's dance may suck our souls As we watch his body grow full of holes The monster, she is wholly willing To bring his death, his blood distilling
And now she's gone, but who's to blame? We brought her with us, behold our shame © 2011 Zack BurtonAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorZack BurtonFelicity, OHAboutHowdy, folks, I'm Zack Burton. I already have two accounts on this site, but seeing as I'm utterly dissatisfied with them both, they should be closed by now. I'm much more of a poet than a short s.. more..Writing
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