Iron heel falls upon dew kissed flower
trampled among the dying and forgotten
one small footnote to the gods of carnage
upon my knee I reluctantly serve them all
Upon a steed of magnifisance I once rode
buttercup yellow sun dancing upon my armour
my banner awash in color flowing of silk
soft brown eyes gazed upon life's beauty fair
Defending the pure from afronts at all sides
sword sang upon air without malice only truth
innosence protected cherished loved treasured
challenges answered with honour and grace
Memories floating away as flies from carcasses
I have fallen into the abyss and there is no hope
my masters call as I leave wakes of acrid rubble
hero is reborn an engine of utter destruction
My soul corrupted lifeless blackened and wasted
a victim or in the end merely a part to be played
unnecassarry piece to complete my new incarnation
my outstretched arms wave the heavy hands of doom
Amongst the twisted heap of humanity's remains
I stand the reluctant conqueror of all I survey
Too powerful to be quelled too weak to rebel
I am what I made of myself that and nothing more
trampled among the dying and forgotten
one small footnote to the gods of carnage
upon my knee I reluctantly serve them all
Upon a steed of magnifisance I once rode
buttercup yellow sun dancing upon my armour
my banner awash in color flowing of silk
soft brown eyes gazed upon life's beauty fair
Defending the pure from afronts at all sides
sword sang upon air without malice only truth
innosence protected cherished loved treasured
challenges answered with honour and grace
Memories floating away as flies from carcasses
I have fallen into the abyss and there is no hope
my masters call as I leave wakes of acrid rubble
hero is reborn an engine of utter destruction
My soul corrupted lifeless blackened and wasted
a victim or in the end merely a part to be played
unnecassarry piece to complete my new incarnation
my outstretched arms wave the heavy hands of doom
Amongst the twisted heap of humanity's remains
I stand the reluctant conqueror of all I survey
Too powerful to be quelled too weak to rebel
I am what I made of myself that and nothing more
Author notes
Today's monsters were yesterday's heroes. Hitler was a hero to many prior to WWII, as were Mousollini and Hirohito. Jim Jones was a savior to some. Be careful who you place your hopes in.
Written August 4th, 2005
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how very true this poem is, thanks for opening up the eyes of those who aren't awars of this true fact, great write my friend
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wow, this was really deep and captures the tragic events that had occurred. Wonderfully written and so very very good. I really loved this, even though so sad and tragic. Great job and thank you for sharing.
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This was a very powerful poem, full of imagery and thought. I loved the flow of it. Even heros can sometimes be lost. This poem has such a great message, and your author comments have so much truth to them, be careful who you put your hopes in, one day they may be the one you need a hero to save you from. Awesome write, Muchas amor, Amanda
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wow thats all i can say..you are a POET...great write
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So true....I dislike hitler...he tortured and killed so many with his abstract thoughts! Well, in stanza two, you spelled magnificent wrong, but otherwise, you wrote a very dark piece that was very well thought of! Keep writing! I am glad to be the first to comment on this!
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