An Ode To A Man
By Malcholm Dark
"Life begins!
Man grows from his mistakes and through the imperfections
His experience is little.
Mans'
experience is but a short bout with aged time
And time always prevails.
And the day shall come when the almighty
one will call
The toll
is due.
On that day judgement for the spirit shall be rendered
His deeds as a mortal.
Unless,
the opportunity is given to mend his past
And set right the things
that had slipped from him
A second chance!
--You may call this redemption
and feel the
warmth of its' forgiveness.
--I call it hell,
for I have witnessed
its' vengeance,
heard its' screams,
felt its' pain!
And its' everlasting..."
"He
is here!
A mortal from across the sea of time is amongst us
And we welcome him.
A force
of one, like the mighty storm that sweeps our land
We praise him.
Destiny has surely taken rise in the form of a
destroyer
We huddle in his
wake!
Speak softly his name, for his deeds are many
Speak softly
and take care, for the lion knows his heart
And the devil, his soul.
--I have seen this man in all his glory
and was frightened.
--He travels the hostile breeze from the breath
of hell
and calls down from atop the hand of Death!
God
help us all..."
"A
cry of battle!
The raging onslaught covers our land in a wave
of blood
The enemy has invaded.
The smell of death and steel is but a sweet aroma to us all
The fight is at hand.
The dogs of war are unleashed, the melee
turns to carnage
And we fall
back.
But the mighty serpent rises up and rears his ugly head
We counter attack.
An intensity
of rage ensues, fired by an undying fear
We follow the serpent
into incredible odds and sure defeat
Fly the steel breeze!
--A stillness echoes 'round, twisted bodies
a hundred-fold,
the maggots crawl and the buzzards descend.
--The scales of the serpent lay ripped and bloodied,
the teeth
of the tiger, chipped and broken,
the eyes of defiance grows dull
as death creeps over him.
A battle won, a hero lost..."
"They Speak!
The words of the wise fall down upon us all
We listen.
The echoes of knowledge, our minds they want
We learn.
Hear me! A cry of salvation which carries the hope
We stand and embrace it.
He
died the destroyer, our dreams secured
We cry.
Live on the sounds of knowledge for they are endless
Live on they speak through the darkness of drowning time
Their ways we yearn.
--The wind whispers his name
and the children
shall listen.
--Tell of our fallen hero
for he is the knowledge!
And is, everlasting..."
Author's Note:
taken from a short story I wrote... about a brutal mercenary who slept for 2 hundred years... and found he was not the most brutal beast around...Comments on "An Ode To A Man"
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On Wednesday, October 24, 2018, Jonas Robinson
(848) wrote:
Brave and to the point. Good stuff.