Demonic Exon

I am the barbed thorn
the serrated reward
facing savage cruel winter;
sedition in transmission.

I am the only pawn 
on your chequered board
facing a feisty queen;
of restricting submission.

I am the demonic exon
a heraldic discord
facing bleak futures;
an inherent disposition.

I am the stillborn reborn
the aberration restored
facing anomalies instability;
violation on a mission.

I am broken and worn
a fallen sword
facing a grim battle;
outnumbered by division.

I am the brass horn
the out of tune chord
facing orchestral expulsion;
a musician in remission.

I am history's forewarn
the contrite accord ignored
facing penitent absolution;
clemency in transition.

Author's Note

All thoughts welcome

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

What if you make it...and make yourself whatever piece you want to be -- except the King...since that's your duty to protect...becoming King would render the rest of the stanzas obsolete...I'm off the curve on this review...taking a path less traveled...with my view of this work...it puts several themes in motion and makes the mind more compound with each one...

[John Preston]

Very good poem Rhymes well.

[Lorriman]

Thanks John, much appreciated. Im new here, will post some more soon