Hovering above the dim sky the sun have never prevailed
Upon this land, no perpetual beauty to which they availed
In this land,
Vapour of blood and puss from festering bodies assailed
The vision blur but with stench of death so march on
Upon the road,
loved ones fall, one by one, in the most undignified way
yet so innocent, every one the same among the faces in decay
then ends, all that favouritism they embraced as their own
every slaughter, stranger, sacrificed to the mortal crown
now kings and queens writhe alongside servants and slaves
families and strangers lie in this field bloodied mass graves
so have they fell one by one, yet in unison
suffering felt beyond the faculty of reason
as fated they are, as chained prisoners befriend
the compassion, revealed in the frailty of the end
brutal gift, as colourless as the sky beyond
I had a strange dream, not a nightmare but something I wanted to take note of. So I attemped to capture in poetic form since dream is abstract. And also I have no life and nothing better to do. So I shamelessly post here my stupid poem. Someone said dream exists outside of flow of time, isn\'t that neat?
James, did you compose this? It is so mournful. I couldn\'t get my mind off bryan as I read it. I hope this is not a premonition.
This is really well written, i wish i could put my thoughts and feeling into words like this.