Tag: war

As Many Did

It was another bloody night. Again we went, Sent off to fight. Some died, some survived. We never understood Who or why. I fought a man, as many did. He shot at me, I cornered him. He put his weapon on the ground, Put up his hands, Spoke clear and loud. "I'm just a man, ...

Ashes in the Air

A matchbox that rests on a desk Is missing its old better half: A canteen with a deep shade of red In a safe house reeking of gas. In the darkness so eerie and stark, All alone in a quaint isolation, The night called for fires to start. The rebels made haste to the station. ...

For the Glory of the King

O by the Glory of King And by His right to all the Land, I sail and then I sing. I bring His Flag across the Sands. The Righteous Will of God; I bear a Rifle and a Ring For the Glory of the King! Upon this Ship a Navy, And within my hands a ...

Stalingrad

Textbooks tell of times, Tales told in the twilight Of tragedy sublime. Dictators, awful men of trauma, Their tribes of terror tell us To be taught by trailing drama. To put it in perspective, This setting, cold, that we inherit, We teach lessons not so festive Borne of guns and bombs and merit. Terrifying times, ...

Landmines and Lightning

There is a force here in the air, Dormant and unspoken. Discharge borne of silent words, Rendering me open. At the behest of nature's forces, I feel powerless and weak. In the wake of littered land by men, I cannot step forward, cannot speak. For the sand upon my heels, Burning deeply at my ankles ...

In the Garden of Noshos

Nostrae Hospitium, or Noshos, is the fourth planet from the star Wanderer and is most notable for its native population of intelligent life, the Sapient Novae (commonly referred to as the mantis). The first sighting of Noshos was noted by the spacecraft Arial, dispatched for the Foreman Program in 2055. Though the Foreman Program was ...

A Stranger’s Lament

I made a friend today; We danced in the sunlight Bathed in our own joy. I carried her to the garden; And rested her on the soil. I thought to myself; Who would I be without you? I lost a friend today; We ran in the darkness Bathed in our own blood. I carried her ...

Figurative Monsters

Please stand back and give me air, I swear that it was just right there. Dark and dreary colors wear, I stare at that which is not fair. I'll take a moment to remember: forces gash and then dismember. Visions of hot coal and ember, though it was frigid, late December: They tried to instill ...

The Jaguar and the Butterfly

The tale of a warrior; the tale of a heart.