Weary.

Tired of everyone telling her things will not be alright.

Yet she believes them every time.

Brutal reality in twisted aversion of happiness and peace.

Solace of soul, refreshment, cast aside to the darkness and hisses of vehement hatred.

For once she wishes he would listen.

And something of this crap-sack wouldn't be so callous.

Tempered, sharpened by steel.

Iron wrought and blackened coal.

Cries of war, tears of glowing ashes ascending like

fireflies. like innocence.

A weapon formed in spite of heart.

against its own

purpose severed scars and lightning streaks the volcanic atmosphere

will - desire. thundering out the breath in blows

of valiant, mindless, fallen.

Clashes of words and prowess

darkened sky deceived by

false treaties and desires

ulterior ill will.

the storm,

the ominous thundering

amid the horizon,

crawling, lurching,

commanding its

warriors in

the ways of perish and destruction.

igniting a

truce for fear of its power

its ruthless ways

its end to them all.

as a messenger she carries her

discreet pleas

wisdom ignored by men

controlled by

brutality.

Fear is its greater weapon however, and

white light flickers in the skies.

Fire strikes an oak, parched by battlegrounds and collapses

to the brittle earth, settling dust

spilling indignant flames upon their field

crawling towards as

thunder splinters, deafening and

severs the air in two, clean cut

hot and cold

ruthless in strength and faint of will,

the phoenix flames heave scarlet threat, rippling thick waves of dioxide

sapping life-source, unfazed.

encircling the proximity. none take flight

parts the waves

pities her

nips his tongue.

-deading the hope

sputtering roar of fire, domineering the race

she lies listless, faint.

defeated, almost.

bracing herself, rising,

raw, serrated gashes screaming

warm,

mute,

resisting,

entrancing~

STREAKED VISON.

WHRILING.

STAINED.

The final fight is greater.

And the

sinless become

the targeted by malignant war.

scoffs,

pays heed to silent plea and-

assists to weary knees.

gripping her shoulders.

eyes burning distrust, disgrace.

worry. shock. subtle. barely deciphered through

The fog... ~

he can't stand to see this anymore.

For the good of those fallen

and - the detriment of those harder

blatant defiance of rule

unbridled by engulfing, rising fire sealing off escape.

he melts the war-torn solidity,

terror and farce

crashes his lips into hers.

relishing

light in her heart

after moments

of unspoken wish,

infectious malice taints her veins.

given rancor to the acidic.

shuts down.

anesthetic

and fallss

limp inhis hands.

So, first poem posted. ^^

One of my more recent ones, and right now I should probably be in bed. :D

But I'm not. ~ Because I put this off, and I'll probably be posting more tomorrow.

Sort a double-negative ending here, can be taken either way. Perhaps a few others, actually.

One among many, of the various story ideas I'm hit with that never have the chance to blossom, because of being pressed for time and stressed by issues. And, being swamped with every other thing demanding my attention. :P So, in short, hope it's enjoyable. ~