Damp walls echo dripping tears,
Dark and shadow driving fears,
Death hath come to all before,
Our departing march shall be forevermore,
By Consul's command, we sell our lives,
The Guardian blessing our last ride,
Wills were written and affairs done,
Before we all faced death as one,
The captains are fools to fight in the dark,
The devils will rid their home of our steel and spark,
Nine thousand souls with an order, doomed,
Our fates known but never exhumed,
Yet courage and passion fill our final hours,
We'll break their endless sea with our steel tipped towers.
About the Creator
Marty Res
"We all live on borrowed time, which is what gives our lives meaning. To waste life would be a travesty."
Writing poetry and fantastical stories is my way of coping with the world. It's my hope others may enjoy them, to escape for a while.
Dead and Wearing Green
She was wearing that green dress when I first saw her, five years ago to the day. Flowing meadow fabric draped over long legs, thick auburn hair flowing down her back. That smile. Of course, she is still beautiful now. But now she is no longer alive.
By Karen Cave7 days ago in Fiction
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