On a lonely hill I stand looking up into the sky I remember the day the ocean was on fire with red flames in my eyes and the breeze was freezing and strong.
On this lonely hill I stand looking at the army standing ready standing ready to attack once I called them friends now destined to fight I know you for what you are
On this lonely hill I lay huddled close to my only light the red flames turned to yellow then to black I look at the few who are true I hear the snakes at my back Telling their lies I ignore
On this lonely hill if one of them who are true should ever asked for my life I would look in eyes filled with truth and say Brothers you have my honor Sisters you have my passion.
This felt to me like a viking warrior standing there, perhaps about to go on some quest. Simultaneously full of doubts, yet still set to go forward come what may. The ocean on fire made me skip a few generations...the descendent of the viking is on a ship in the Pacific Ocean in 1944. I know it is probably meant to describe a personal struggle, feelings of betrayal and struggle, and integrity against the odds. I can't help thinking of vikings though and I now have Led Zeps 'Immigrant's Song' rolling round my head.
This is a well written write. On a lonely hill with an army at your back. Feeling the negatives of fight but willing to do what you have to do with no hard feelings.
its a wonderful image ,i see you standing on a hill ,like keeping away from all the fruad of this life ,and meditating ,its like pondering on the evils of this world ,but you tell it in a very strong and passionate way,very good work,M
The warrior atop the hill brings to mind a warrior of times past, in the days of sword and spear with nothing but firelight to tend to wounds at night.
The comraderie was prevalent in this, as was the dissention among the traitors.
Excellent piece here, well written.
Well done!!
Welcome to the WC, and I'm glad Natalie sent me the link.
This felt to me like a viking warrior standing there, perhaps about to go on some quest. Simultaneously full of doubts, yet still set to go forward come what may. The ocean on fire made me skip a few generations...the descendent of the viking is on a ship in the Pacific Ocean in 1944. I know it is probably meant to describe a personal struggle, feelings of betrayal and struggle, and integrity against the odds. I can't help thinking of vikings though and I now have Led Zeps 'Immigrant's Song' rolling round my head.
What you see is what you get with me, I've been writing poetry since I was like 17 years old. Been writing on and off for 11 years now. I'm working on my first book at the moment, hope to finish befor.. more..