Despair Crusaders

                     As i gaze at boundaries of reality gasping for hope
                        melancholic tears escape my trembling body
           and water the plants of despair that root me to the ground
               fear invades a growling pain tearing my prosthetic limbs
                  resonating arrow piercing through rotten flesh
             weakling existence never-meant to plunder greatness
                 as the Dhaka sips-out the fluid that operates the soul
              while the horns of anguish sounds their eternal legacy
                           echoing the halls of our ancestors

Reviews

[darem aq.]

a better structured piece, although I can't see where this lines fits "resonating arrow piercing through rotten flesh " ? this line lacks introduction and is cut off.
as for the rest.. well written. keep 'em comin' ;)

[Imperialtroll]

Though it seems simple yet it contains deep meanings and reveals a hidden part of your character, nice work man ;)

[Vincent Esprit FMI]

There is a defeatism in this piece that seems to submit to the spirits of the ancestors. The hope of this piece seems to lie in the ancestors, "echoing the halls of our ancestors." Well written Siguard.

Regards,
Vincent