A Fool of a King

‘Twas once a country great
One which had no wars or hate
For decades Crete knew only calmness
But then a tyrant came to Gnossus
And stole the throne from the heirs
Fame and bitter glory were his only cares
To his people he lied
Only to protect his kingly hide
To many a battle, his people he sent
Unjust war and to the public more untruths went
Now Crete remains decadent and it’s people unclean
The prize won by a fool of a king

Eternal Fire

Embers fly into the wind
Flames eternal they shall send
Igniting my love for thee
Love for I do decree
Forever the fire burns
And forever my love yearns

Empty Bodies

They float upon the river
Broken, bruised, half buried under each other
Slaughtered men… the victims of battle
And nearby lies a village, meek and small
Whose huts contain the empty bodies of those the warriors swore to sustain
Burnt cinders of charred bodies line the flaming houses
Wounded in death, the bodies lie in the streets
Skin ripped open from the bullets
Children lie dead in the old square
All we can do now in their honour
Is to bury the empty bodies
And tell their untold stories

A Dove That Cannot Fly Free

What is a dove that cannot fly free?
Caged in the hands of a dæmon crushing it like grapes
Like a child to a butterfly peeling off its wings
And the screams it makes loud and unheard
In an empty room it cries out to the gods
Yet helpless the dove somehow feels empowered
In pain it lays there in the dæmon’s hands
Looking up towards the light
Even in the darkest of caves
The dove reaches out for hope
Crushed, bloody, bruised
Unable to move
Yet the dove moves forward
Knowing that someday it shall be free

Concerning Hatred and War

This world of hate, is sometimes all I can see
Fighting each other over every mountain and sea
For thy precious space and rescource
Choosing paths that let greed run its course
And bring blood upon our lands
Who is to atone against our evil hands
Which kill those who know not why
Why must those poor souls die
Extinguished as a seedling
Its body lay ashen, less than that of the frailest weakling
And what gives one
The right to make a youn sapling into ashes none
And who is to repent for all those who have quelled the embers
For those whose body are weak, and minds that can’t remember

Should it consume us all and carry our souls into the massive Hells
We must carry that cold truth
Let it take deep root
That we are the ones that dug the well

An Autumn's Chill

Leaves fall gently to the ground
Float in the chilled wind of late October
The squirrels nestle their acorns in the nests
And the bear gets ready his winter’s slumber
Gracious winds whisper to Mother Earth

It tells all her creatures to ready for the snows
That so gently fall to the ground
And cover the slopes and hills and fertile valleys
With a serene white that reflects all the grace of the land

It speaks to the farmer to harvest the late crops
And ready the feast that gathers the family
Relights the candle of generosity in the heart of man

That gentle breath of nature gives beauty
And tames all the souls to quaint calm

Tranquility embraces all that autumn embraces

Accelerate

Prompt and redy, standing alert prepared to launch
The gun fires, gunning for the goal
Heart pounding, blood racing
Her shoes of fire, her mind clear
Hearing only her feet against the pavement
The crowd watches, cheers for her
Focussed on speed, the track yearns for victory
And to win she must accelerate
Quicken like the breeze to the kite
Fast like an engine, her determination becomes victory
Her victory, a legend