Bold Meek Men

The poem was based on death and the beauty of what the under-world could be based off.

To the mountains I seek a being bold and meek,
both were strange men casted upon these hills,
more chilly deserts and climate that kills.
Could they be wise men I know not
or the many foul foes here to rot?
Chilly is the city that covets' no trees,
where is the urban and where are the seas?
And as I walk forward I view the light,
no more damned chills for I now view the bright.
But all is death and history, the skies are red, seas blistering,
and now both bold and meek men are bound to dread,
for their eyes gorge out and blood instead and now I see;
those men are dead.

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[Alexander B. Kerri]

Author's Note:
This was my favourite poem I have adapted within my mind and intelligence for all counted on my superior to create a poem for my literature were named poetic so I decided to create one. I am a careless amateur.