Ashes strewn
Flagrant hearts bleed
Drip onto the parchment
Hot waxed dripped
Stamped and sent ~ sealed
Orders carried from the King.
The wounded heal
Returning stronger
More mighty
Soar like the eagle...
As they were always meant to be
Rising up against the enemy
Wiping sweat from the weary
Handing swords to comrades
Fighting the battle till it's won
Sheaths of steal blades reflect
Blinding fury
Our foes had no chance
We rode proudly
Sang songs of predestined victory
For generations to come
Victory bore our name
Etched in timeless stories
As those in days of yore.
We were immortal.
~Blue
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Mostly what you'll find here is a conglomeration of my writes. While I don't consider myself a poet, I do consider myself somewhat an artistic painter of words....there's a difference. Poets are God-like - I just throw words around like a child with finger paint. Sometimes it's really great, and other times only my friends like it! I write because I have to, I share because I'm encouraged to, and I hope that in the end it is a reflection of everything good in me.
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