Poeticness

[Dragonium]

I'm feeling oddly poetic lately.

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Some Victory

There is no lightning storm or drenching rain
to tell of our coming.
We do not come under cover of moonless night
to cover our tracks.

The wind is the arrows that should fly screaming past our ears
but do not.
No giants armed like tigers pour from the gates
with gifts of daggers for our crooked backs.

There are no entrenched blood-red walls through which
we should claw for entry.
The towers of hawk-eyed veterans are only pictures
of our own morbid fantasy.

We have the village burning by midday, pick off the stragglers
and the hunt is ours.
We burn the churches for fun. We let some pained survivors live
to sing their own tragic elegy.

We did this in the name of victory,
we'll say tomorrow.
Soon we'll make them really suffer.

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Fallen

I wait it out by the fallen trunk,
The great elephantine oak which
marks my entrance.

I'm out of breath from the three day trek
I am drained by the walk, and by the task,
And by the poison which keeps me here.

And her shadow flies over me.

I rifle through the bags and pouches,
And those of my allies.
Weep disappointment at the lost companionship and lost rations.

I guzzle the serums and medicines, hold herbs to the wound.
Chill at the lack of the warmth
That marks the point of no return.

And her shadow flies over me.

I'm shattered. I sink down and curse at the irony
At coming so far and being struck down by the venom
Of the very creature I am sent to hunt.

I grow cold and huddle close to myself
Against the wind,
Though I know the wind isn't doing it.

And her shadow flies over me.

I wait out the hours, out of spite more than
Will, as the seeds of pain grow into mighty
Roses against which I reel.

There is nothing left here. The land is
A cold shell scattered with stones. I wait
One more hour before giving in.

And her shadow is with me.

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I'll add more in a short while. In the meantime, feel free to comment.

[Moosetroop11]

The first one was awesome. The second seemed to be explaining itself a little too much.

Good stuff