A Nocturn of ArroganceA Poem by WolfwindA poetic tale of a peopleThe cry heralded not a victory But an agonizing descent Of seared vision and crackled feathers A splash among dark waves Inevitably lost upon all Failing to hear the pain
Pride’s reapers rode high, swiftly Upon steeds of unjust knights Ugly had become the sins of man Saintly had become the devils tastes
Glass fractured in gales of damnation Doors tearing from false security Dwellers vanished within a shot Of lead or whisky, it mattered not The end had come as some had seen Fewer still were ready
Ruminations became blood stains Bitter salvation into food gone sour Eyes having strength to lift a gaze; they understood The crows would feast on truth’s entrails
The sound of choking, stifled in black smoke Sobbing was removed with vicious heaving Those decadent enough to remain standing... Tumbled quickly, along with all else The timeless stone towers Had become again one with the dirt
From cave to cave, survivors crept Through sewers ancient with foul taint The daylight shunned them The night bringing them a slow torturous death
Nowhere could they run as they wailed in terror Nowhere could they hide as they prayed in fear Their God had died in grief for their crimes Their Eagle had fallen Burning upon the last battle Just as they knew They too would feel the flames
When the last finally stood upon the ashen ground When her eyes took in the ocean’s waves of red The specter of pride vanished and she lifted her head She burnt in the flames fueled by the demons...
Uttering not a sound
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3 Reviews Added on August 10, 2013 Last Updated on August 12, 2013 AuthorWolfwindCoupeville, WAAboutSometimes poet, always an artist, creator of colorful visions, dreamer, and a seeker of things not yet known. more..Writing
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