[ Ode To My Memories ]
Cold was the fallen murmuring snow
Upon the surface of my tangible skin
Back when loss of memories: Pain it did flow
Like ecstasy of monumental sin
Stood I with pride of a hundred lions
Aflamed with fires of memories
No winter cold, nor passion of aeons
No earthly snow, nor mundane glories
Could, atop of my furies ascend
Nor exists below my sanity a Sane
For I drift in my silence seeking no end
A tenuous struggle as winds membrane
Remained the signs for ages today
As I journey in silence wild and soar "Slay every friend!", my memories did say "Slay every foe!", it said before Then silence, so dull in me appeared Echoing a voice louder than the Sun: "Your memories, O son, fears they bring... Your shadow of existence, death it adores!" Replied with a chant that I did sing: "An end I shall bring of wars! And be when salvation comes, the king... For kingdoms where thrust awakening endures!"
"Cold was the fallen murmuring snow
Upon the surface of my tangible skin "
This line drew me straight into this poem and I knew I was going to enjoy it! The poem was a mixture of sadness and ultimate victory, where a battle was trumphianty won! Good work Ahmad!
"Cold was the fallen murmuring snow
Upon the surface of my tangible skin "
This line drew me straight into this poem and I knew I was going to enjoy it! The poem was a mixture of sadness and ultimate victory, where a battle was trumphianty won! Good work Ahmad!
That was quite intense and powerful reading, especially the second verse... it really shows the battle we face when the past tries to harm the present and future like a demon in the night.