I lost my son
He was only 6 years old
6 years and his body has already turned to mold
How bold is thy weapon,
To cause such a thing.
I lost my my daughter
She was 18 years old
Eyes full of lambent opportunities
The future holding her world,
And that world was heaven.
I lost my brother
He was 20 years old
A man of great ambition
He knew the meaning of sacrifice,
And knew the lions from the hyena's.
When they took him to his grave.
I could only stare with eyes of hatred,
And a mask of many smiles.
I lost my mother
Her age doesn't need to be known
For her death is enough
She has taught the way, the truth and the life.
When she was carried to her resting place
Alleluia was her song in silence.
See we feel many tears fight our emotions
And they stab us.
We bleed silver,
With knife wounds of brutal gladness.
But where is the rejoice in it?
Aren't you glad now that you're family is safe?
No? You want to take a life?
For what?
For your family?
Why does your deceased beloveds have to be apart of your wrath?
This is not what they want.
You carry this gun that is stained with emotions
And mark it with your ancestors.
You call upon a greater power to turn your mind out of reality
And into hell
Stop this.
Come here and let me hold you
It shall be fine
Because within time
You'll realize
Revenge is an uprooted rose
YOU ARE READING
The Raven's Hymn
Poetry"A wonderful moonlight, Shines on your soul. It illuminates a sillhouette, Of waves that cause havoc With haphazard directions of agony. Let the raven welcome you to it's domain, And sing unto you, The symphony of many." Highest ranking in inspiring...
