The Siege

The Siege

A Poem by Acropolix

its walls rose higher
than any mortal could climb;
torches watched upon the hill
from every corner of every stone,
their shadows dancing
in the fields coloured bright;
not with blossoms of early spring,
but with tents of brooding men;

winter had left the land
with a touch of death;
but death was not all that lived
on the day of the siege;
a hatred so repulsive
it relished in bloodshed,
in the carnage of men,
justified by the lust for power;

spears shattered against shields
as arrows pierced flesh;
the drowning man cried out
in his sea of corpses;
the earth turned red
like a river from hell;
the night revealed
mankind's true nature;

on the day after the siege
its walls rose high;
torches smoked quietly
from atop the hill,
like a black tail drifting over
the fields coloured bright;
with blossoms of early spring
amidst the remains of men;

© 2014 Acropolix


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What a dark testament to the blackest nature in mankind. A gripping tale… very well penned.

I often wonder what must be the perspective of those who aren't victorious, who don't live to tell the tale, to set down their history. My poem, "Ra'qedyet" was inspired by that same pondering. We only have the tale told by the victors, who aren't likely to paint themselves in a murderous light.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Acropolix
Acropolix

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