[Arsis_von_Neaera]

Thank you. That poem was originally just going to be expression, the shift was added not after I wrote it, but really following the image. Thank you, I thought it was clever. I've written a few poems today based on inspirations that have taken place in my virtual existence. Some fairly epic warfare is occurring throughout my online universe, not of all of it is necessarily a game. Mind you, all of these that I've written today were written less than an hour ago, so be nice to them. The third one was written with extreme scrutiny. I like it the most.

Kraken

(about the online piracy debacle and the ACTA trying to be passed)

For valor, for honor;
on dying days, what better to live for than the glory of battle;
we seek not yet peace, for peace is not yet;
not yet under skies of crimson shall the dead bones rest;
for even in the wake of war, there is foot to be gained;
before our oppressors, we follow in the footsteps of death, in freedom and in deed;
this war, be it an enemy or ourselves, is upon us;
our choices are made, our rights are charged;
be it by our enemies or by ourselves;
apathy is our foe;
against him, we fight!

The Star's

(about a politically incited war in a video game that occurred today that involved several hundred million ships and at least 300 players)

Hark fellow warriors of the stars
The universe heralds your victory
The echoes of time ring in your favor
The winds of space guide the masts of your armada's into the honor of battle
Fate sings of the glory of our planetary salvation.

The grand gods of old praise the names of your commanders
And the angels cry of pride upon your path
Let all be witness to the splendor that is our will
As this day is hence forth known as the day we overcame weakness
And set forth upon bravery's journey towards intergalactic dominance
Hail hail, abandon your charge, plight is upon thee, coward!!!

Scythe

(inspired by Suze's writings and from my own fascination with the characteristics of angels)

Death, thy abode is besieged;
Mine enemy occupy as its inhabitants;
They defile and desecrate;
Their dissension need brought privy to thy will.

Bend us to your scythe;
Make like our will to its dutiful blade;
On your fury we bury;
By your honor, their graves we dig.

By the name of atonement, we seek your judgment;
We bastions of justice request thy grace;
This day reign what reaps what’s sown;
So that, upon them, we victor, stand testament.

We bare the white rose upon the crimson tide;
We ride to tare asunder servants of arrogance;
In the name of war under black flag;
Peace is wrought.

Abandon hope, all ye who are faithful;
Death writhes in our blades;
Your abandon pleases cower and despair;
Your burdens greet with open malice.

All ye devils of plight;
All ye servants of madness;
We charge to your throat the scythe you usurp;
Our fervor tears from it your life.

Be damned;
Oh spoiled abandonment;
Woe to your plight;
No mercy, just pity.

My Hell

(this is an old poem I wrote in Sudan that I spent a great deal of time over. Much of the imagery is metaphorical, it's a favorite of mine simply for it's sentimental value, not necessarily it's writing. It is here, if for no other reason, than that)

We are thirsty for sand,
Drinking of the Earth.
Beating heads with roses,
Aching minds with thorns.
Sweat brought to boil,
On skin turned to coal.
Blood made to sludge,
Mouthed by pain.
Barbed wire blankets,
Toxic tears.
Screams of fear,
Saying “bring the pain”.
Bullets for food,
Food for thought,
Famine is a good thing.
To know the land I stand on now,
Was once marked in blood,
Drags tears I thought were buried deep within,
To the surface of the grave I call a soul.
How shallow my tears
How shallow my grave.