in the silence of this night...
i ponder...
such darkness..
such blood...
at a sword-less warrior i wonder...
end is coming soon...
evil, asunder....
a prophecy untold, of long ago...
the withering of my orchard...
burying my pain...
look thee in the eye...dare thee, tell yourself...
shall thee not die...
whats worth this life... this love...
if we can't fly...
shalt we not stand by and by...
all godliness shall cry...
oh blessed warrior...
tear not for the vain...
we gave this life up...
look around you...
all... with blood astain*
here we stop ...
....
*astain (astained)= to be stained: correct use of old english
Political, Rebel, Emotional, Personal...
I love this poem too...
Many emotions and feelings that are mixed together to give the reader a tatse of kindda sheksperian explaining-theme of impresoined emotions yearning to be free...
And some kindda you are into a religion-dimension, when you talk about your religion (Islam) and it's prophecies all along the history of mankind...
i cant stop reading this. would it be alright if i wrote it in my art book just so i can have it at hand? don't worry im not going to pass it off as mine - no one would believe me even if i did! i've given you 20 points for this one.
One question, where you there that day I had 8 monkeys on my back or something?
it cant be so cause back then I was totally alone, not even a knife in my pocket lol... just teasing...
About the poem, Brother what can I say, I LOVED IT!!!!!!!
you write amazingly, the images, the words, the graphic they leave in the mind, all together, amazing!