Another poem, dedicated to my girls...
Forgotten
The break of the pencil, the fade of the pen,
As slowly, the storyline dies once again,
The slurred dialogue, and the fuzzy landscape,
As your world collapses, there shall be no escape,
The death of the character, the tear of the page,
Forgetting the words of Mierna the Sage.
To proceed with caution, to heed all the signs,
Destroying the contracts with your own blood you've signed,
To die without pleasure, to kill with the blade,
To slay with a party, helped along in your crusade,
To not lust for his blood, to not delve ever deeper,
Forgetting the lessons of Ksaiya the Reaper.
As the cold water rushes, and the flame's licks' grow higher,
As the air becomes thin, and the earth grows so dire,
As the elements clash, never to find one triumphal,
As another spell's forgotten, tossed back in a crumple,
The breaking of spirit at the coming of age,
Forgetting the sacrifice of Alicia the Mage.
The weight of the ethereal, the ache of the passed,
The fathers discouraged, and the mothers back sassed,
The burn of chimera, as your dreams turn against you,
The sting of illusion, as your pain starts anew,
The roar of the women, as they buy in vogue,
Forgetting the anarchy of Varda the Rogue.
To take life without reason, to bloody your blade,
To go into a frenzy, as your training fades,
To pass without valor, fall upon your own steel,
As you plunge into pain, remembering to feel,
To go without reason, far into the light,
Forgetting the nerve of Garria the Knight.
Listen to nature, and learn from her past,
When need is pressing, you'd better run fast,
To speak without thought, is to shoot without aim,
Just because you can kill, doesn’t mean you'll earn fame,
Don’t get yourself lost, as you walk ever further,
Forgetting the knowledge of Aerily the Hunter.
To walk not in silence, to hide not in shadow,
To take aim at your target, while wielding a bow,
To not kill in one strike, to not torture your prey,
To remember the game, but not how you played,
To ruin the fun, to not lie to the haggler,
Forgetting the deception of Revvarah the Dagger.
The call of the Underworld, the wail of the dead,
The longing of Death to once again be fed,
The scream of the doomed, the pooling of blood,
As yet another life is nipped in the bud,
You are called now, if only to hinder,
Forgetting the chain of Bennah the Soulbinder.
The cry of a child as he scrapes his knee,
As a mother runs to rescue her baby,
She rocks him gently, and gives him a hug,
Though accidental, he's a gift from above,
She only wishes to keep him from danger,
Forgetting the reprisal of Sikara the Avenger.
The fluffy white clouds, the bright baby blue sky,
As you look into them, wishing you could fly,
There is someone, wishing they were like you,
Far up above, starting her life anew,
But you just ignore it, as your friends laugh,
Forgetting the pain of Jadyn the Seraph.
| Words | Lessons | Sacrifice | Anarchy | Nerve | Knowledge | Deception | Chain | Reprisal | Pain |
I'm so proud of myself!
thats a amazing poem, and much better than mine, and im not just saying that, I WANT MORE!!! MORE OF THEM!!!