Chapter III: The Soothsayer's Lament

i've categorised them as poems but i don't think they are really poems. i started them with poetry in mind. so the categorisation. by the way, when does poetry turn into prose and vice versa??

“Behold, the end draws near.
The weight of dust and sand, we’ll bear.
Save your tears, dear child.
You’ll need them in a while.”

Our saviour is lost
The darkness consumed him
So who shall we wait on?
And who will save us now?
Run home, child
Run
Cling to your mother’s warm embrace
Drink from her love
And close your eyes
Tell her of your favorite lullaby
Let it lull you one last time
Let it draw you down into sleep
So you can dream your heart out
Before the nightmares come
Yes, they come to live with us

Where have they all gone?
The young men and their boasts
That used to blow like a sandstorm
I search for the hands of brutality
Those forever raised to oppress
Where are they now?
Why don’t they strike out?
Oppress these demons that we face
I plead their hiding shadows
Why don’t they rise against these fiends?
I searched for those boasts of old
I found them being carried away
In the pockets of the hot desert air
Silent and fleeing
While the coldness slowly engulfs
Shattering brittle hopes

They say
It’s darkest before the dawn
But, my dear
This night still feels so young

Author's Note

will these chapters be better off as prose? how do i make them better?

Reviews

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"So you can dream your heart out
Before the nightmares come"

. the quoted lines are my favourite lines ... but i love this entire post ... it makes me pause and reflect ... patiently ... and comprehensively ... beautifully written ... can't wait to read the next chapter ...