An unending war against an unbeatable enemy,
A fight for all that’s been lost, a chance at renewal.
Warriors that scream defiance at the clouds,
Their veins coursing with desperation like flame.
Shame, desperation alone is not strong enough a steel,
And the remaining begin to fall, a final note of crushing despair on the wind.
The fate of the losing rebellion is sealed with the scent of blood,
An impenetrable curtain of destain unbroken by light.
An echo of the dying battle cry bounces across the sky,
Yet instead of giving into the stifling despair which hangs heavy over the falling,
It beats stronger, a fire being rekindled,
Swelling to the size of the universe,
There is then, from the heavens, an outpour of light,
As from the sky descend a celestial army,
Hark! The lost and the vanished for which this fight was begun,
An army of dearly beloved leaping to attention behind a fallen general.
A beat of silence,
Then behold! The furious shout of the undying fallen,
As an onslaught of miraculous renegades breaks forth,
Filling the air with the resounding melody of gunfire,
Dressed in the colors of freedom.
Armed with blades of light, and armor like stars,
They wear away at the battlements of prejudice,
The executed rising against the executioner,
The Reaper fleeing from the reaped.
-SilentSymphonies
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For some reason this made me think of Homer…”Hark!” “Behold!”
Haha, I’m honored. If I’m being quite honest, i sometimes use those words when i’m trying to revive the excited tone, like the reader is falling asleep and i’m slapping a ruler on their desk to wake them back up.