Dyathon’s Peace

I don’t usually include YouTube videos within my work. However this poem was inspired by the following image set as the backdrop to this video. So hit play and read on as you listen.

 

~Dyathon’s Peace~

With stifled cries and bloodied hands
the beast at last fell to the sand.
Tortured by a dozen spears
thrust into him at the cheers
and cries of glee by those around
who clapped their hands hearing the sound
of agony from his soul stripped
as life escaped through twisted lips.
His visage of a demon true
caused the fear and spelled his doom
and cast to the arena he
was crushed without a way to flee
his life spread out upon the sand
at the hands of vicious men.
Until a maiden’s form appeared
while calming all she moved so near
and knelt she touched the dying head
as tears fell through her trembling hands
while eyes of anguished love gazed down
upon the beast splaying the ground.
“Shalara kae, shalara nhee.*
Peace I ask be upon thee.”

And as the wounded’s breathing slowed
and dying eyes at last were closed
the maiden standing turned her gaze
upon the crowd who now amazed
reflected on the deed they’d done…
In murdering a mother’s son.

*One day I may explain this language… – E.L

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At Last

It happened without fanfare

No music drifted through the air

I realized without remark

Close on the heels of a weary heart

With bitterness fading away

I thought that I would be okay

Until what moved and took its place

Was the result of battles waged

Which till this moment I had won

Or at the least had held my own

But without crying, without tears

Without love, or borrowed fears

The one who always stood so strong

At last fell before the throng.

And final cognizant reflections 

Realize climactic sentences

Do not preceded the paeons cry

But merely follow his sad life

And I that troubled paeon be

For life at last has broken me.

My Own Mind

These walls all around me
Are the walls that I built
Demons that surround me
Are phantoms of guilt

This life that I hide from
Is my life on full tilt
Rushing to daggers
Plunging up to the hilt

This desert a wasteland
No honey nor milk
This wasteland’s my thoughts
all from the same ilk

For none of my walls
(These walls that I’ve built)
Will crumble or fall
-For phantoms of guilt

Simply change their colors
Their form never wilts
And as I grow older
I’m buried in guilt.

In Despair

Remember when the darkness comes

And I’m no longer there

That you were one who withheld hope

When I was in despair

I wish not equivocity

But rather love is shared

Alas though we’ll not strive again

We’re cursed within this glare.

A fabled mystic long ago

Once spoke a solemn prayer

But quickly you’ve forgot it

And settled for pious heirs

Clinging to vestiges of hopes

So laden down with fears

You’ve lost the heart and mind to fight

As poisoned by the air.

So breath it in and breath it out

Pretend you’re unaware

Of who it was offered no hope

When I was in despair.

Existence

Lightning and thunder held back by the clouds
freezing rain crashing like shots to the ground
A fire rages as humanity’s found
Their future is fleeing quicker than the sound.

Pressed into crevices none could sustain
life is examined for fruit without aim
tortured and wasted their livelihood maimed
by trials of science whose virtue’s unstained.

But out in the wild a figure whose name
goes without saying exists all the same.
Living in solitude shielding the flame
that has for ages been guarding the way.

Except that way’s saved for all but the proud
and those who are humbled, hands tied to the plow
stumble upon it then gratefully bow
before being lifted and granted a crown.

Questions of wonder compel men to explore
the nature of marvels exist in the world
but soon minute details boasting open doors
obscuring answers crush hearts to the floor.

Then lightning and thunder held back by the clouds
break from their shackles and shatter the ground.
The soul of the mortal shutters at the sound
as the weight of existence at last crashes down.

Once…

I once had a song that I loved to sing

I once had a story that was compelling

I used to amuse myself with my rhymes

But the laughter is gone from my rhythmic lines

I once dreamed up futures of glorious deeds

I once held true love in the highest esteem

Before I am gone I’ll look back on my deeds

And wonder if any will ever miss me

More likely than not I will just fade away

Forgotten as soon as I’m laid in the grave.

Justice

As the mist on the mirror slowly dissipates
The face that’s revealed is the one I most hate
So smash the reflections swift to the ground
Let this whole building come tumbling down
Then pull out a match and kindle a fire
Burn what remains let the flames climb higher
But leave me inside to share in its fate
So no one sees further the one I most hate.