I’ll fly higher than your chains can reach
Break their steal claws, biting me
Your torturous touch shall fade with time
As will ‘precious’ memories.
This toxic love will lose its power
Its venom removed from my heart
My feathered wings will soar ever higher
Whilst you sink into the muddied ground.
Feathered wings beat the sky beneath
Rising higher and higher.
She smiled at the sun, its welcome warmth
And soared through the clouds.
Her hand reached for the softness of the blue sea
Yet grasped nothing within her palm.
Her red curls danced on her ivory shoulders
Now in the darkness above the clouds.
The stars shimmered, pure joy
And she breathed deep of the night.
Time passed slow as a blink
And she let herself plummet to the ground.
She sunk as if she were a rock dropped
And she savoured every moment of the fall.
Blood fed the barren ground
Bodies decorated it
Like discarded toys.
Swords pierced the Earth
Beside the crippled, lifeless corpses
There was a Beauty in this Darkness
In the Savagery of War.
Life fled this land
Once rife with the green blades of Grass
Replaced now by blades of Iron and Steel.
For what, they ask
The Glory of Battle, the Honour it gave.
No structures of stone or wood
Stood in sight of the horizon.
A vast Nothingness claimed these lives
And Nature would take its Victims.
Limbs bared to Bones, sinking in dirt.
Rust from fruitless rains would claim the soiled metal.
The Shadows of carrion birds’ wings filled the sky
Their caws shredded the Silence, deafening.
Beaks ripped at stripped Flesh
As the Sun set, its rays of Light frightened by the field.
It seems a Horrible Dream.
An Evil that Desecrates the Human Soul.
Wars are waged, the Cost ignored.
Deadland (A Huitain Poem Attempt)
Lost in this wasteland of a mind.
It’s Earth burned, scarred, and dying.
Leaves are rusted streaks in rotted vines.
Ground now barren, plants left drying.
How to fix what is now horrifying?
Wish for rain, and till the pained land.
Turn ashes to life, so gratifying.
Surely prayers can save the damned.