Warmth and coruscating light
Bewitches and beguiles
The stranger that crosses these lands
A simulacrum etched into his memory
It taunts him to return to this haven
Once and more again
The reminiscence of the pellucid waters
Call upon his very being to make the journey
Endure the arduous trials
That lead to the Zion in his mind
Ah, but in his rapacity the stranger
Doth forget the edict
That Zion was to be touched but once
for a single moment
Lo he arrived at his dream but
Alas what he met with
My enemies be spared from, i pray.
The light had vanished, been vanquished
Leaving behind engulfing darkness
The waters turned to blood before his sight
His Zion echoed with dying screams filled with agony
White pain ripping his soul apart
The stranger knelt down and sobbed
A voice tore through the black earth and spake
"The edict was for you to witness and follow
Now you suffer for your selfish indulgence
The screams you hear are the ones before you
You will die a slow death now
And join your brethren..die, i, the king have spoken"
This is my kingdom
I dont expect any of you to even come close to guessing what this poem really refers to.....as always, i wrote crap, picked a worse title and posted it.
"While the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth."
robotpajamas: since Im going to be giving the CAT this year
d_ist_urb_ed: To whom?
robotpajamas: f*ck you