The words
The petals
On a flower that
Thrives by appearance
Is only
Will merely
Be a flimsy
Taste of what's inside
Why price
By the eyes
The symmetry
Of flawed beauty
As though
As most
Are weighed by
Thoughtless ideals
For those
Four arrows
A sma...
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wings of fallen grace
are bestowed upon me with shame
as i fly among shields and swords,
blood shed and souls stained.
too soon i reach the castle
where my objective resides;
where opulent jewels glitter bright
like the dark luster of your eyes.
violet petals, and miniature suns
sink to the carpeted floor;
her beseeches and choked sobs
only spark fire in my core.
but how foolish of me
to become what i've despised
--why, a killer born of spite
can never be justified.
as still now, faint echoes cry
from one's sunlit nightmare
marked by midnight ballads
and drawn from crimson roots.
still now, faint echoes cry
for empathy, no pity
before grey, dimmed stars
unleash, triggered by petrified stone.
still now, faint echoes
of brothers and sisters
of those close and unknown
are chasing dreams unachieved.
so i lower my arm of steel.
bloodshed is not the answer;
no amount of wine
spilled from glass vials
will sweeten the pain kept in mind.
hatred brings not mourning doves
but a bottomless, jaded void
of blindfolded past designs
of forgotten exiled joys.
yet winter without flourish
cannot blossom tranquil waters;
now is the time for action
before the storming of the altars.
so i remind myself and others
that even in the midst of war
we fight for a good cause
and not the two-faced sword.
justice is not served on silver platters
but through unseen work and toil;
relentlessly we shall push
in defiance of your rule of royal.
so in broad daylight or shadows
i choose compassion above all, for
no matter what is at stake
the world itself means more.
This took a lot of work, and I never thought I would be writing a poem in this kind of format, since rhyming's pretty restricting. But I'm proud of it, especially with the symbolism. Please let me know what you think!
