Author: Blushing.Violett PM
In war-torn lands, she's literally the last thing he can hold onto.Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Poetry - Words: 517 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 07-08-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2930668
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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 ominous thundering
amid the horizon,
the ways of perish and destruction.
truce for fear of its power
its ruthless ways
its end to them all.
as a messenger she carries her
wisdom ignored by men
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
nips his tongue.
-deading the hope
sputtering roar of fire, domineering the race
she lies listless, faint.
bracing herself, rising,
raw, serrated gashes screaming
The final fight is greater.
the targeted by malignant war.
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.
light in her heart
of unspoken wish,
infectious malice taints her veins.
given rancor to the acidic.
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. ~