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Marching Onwards

Good morning! Today is a day for marching onwards. For not just surviving, but conquering the day. Make your progress, take your progress. Today is a day to break down the walls and barriers of your previous conventions. Today is the day of The Siege.

The Siege, Part One

Billowing, blackened, choking smoke

Giant, quaking, lumbering beasts pulled by yoke

Timbers creak and crack and break

For their lord, they’ve souls to take

A siege, The Siege, undertaken

Bastions bewitched and ripe for the taking

These heretics, by their god, forsaken

All under this hot sun baking

Aching, groaning machines of war

Shifting metals, crushing petals

Through that wall their machines did bore

Waiting now until dust settles

An anxious, terrifying silence

Defenders move and fill the hole

Resolved to their defiance

Defenders rally to save their soul

From beyond the pale dust

A thundering of hooves, of boots, of drums?

Through the cloud come the Warriors of Rust

It is not rust from whence their name comes

Dread Depending

Good day, all. Today is a day to think of the end of the world. What can you possibly do to avert such an event? What can you do when you have no control? What do you do when you are faced with the coming of the Black Crusade? Survive, at all cost. There are fates worse than death.

Atah’Zanadu, The Great Crusade

Sifting sands

Fervent bands

Marching with full hands

Through humble dunes to distant lands

“Hallowed be thy name,

O great god of arid plains,

Deliver us from our pains,

And wipe from us our stains”

Cleanse the infidel, purge the heretic

They sally forth in dark cascade

Were house and palace, now a single burning stick

They carry out this black crusade

“Your watchful gaze brings no attrition,

Your watchful gaze brings no sedition,

Your watchful gaze brings attribution,

O Lord, as we effect your retribution”

Burning fires, heat and cinder

Houses are ash, families are tinder

Onwards, onwards, unto the dawn

Each and every one of you, but a simple pawn

Total War

Good morning, all. I find myself lacking a lot of motivation today. A fighter who lacks the will to fight. What do you do when you know there are so many battles ahead of you but all you want to do is slink into the woods to be a mushroom farmer? You become a writer. Enjoy the poem today, gang.

Thereupon

verdant fields

broken shields

shattered spears

tired fears

i lie upon this wild green

cradled by red-soaked grasses

shivering and shuddering, unseen

worried i won’t find my glasses

shallow, fluttering breaths

we understood not our trespasses

blinded by ancient shibboleths

now enveloped by black masses

without mouths they scream

frothing lips and gnashing teeth

gnawing at my every seam

come, come, come, they seethe

smoke rising from a burning bush

bayonets and boot knives rattling, clattering

once i pricked my finger upon a rosebush

i don’t remember so much blood spattering

far above within the clouds

a face i see so fair and free

yet i lie broken on these grounds

having incurred one final fee

it starts to rain

a gentle mist

as terrors wane

a calming tryst

thereupon those verdant fields

All is lost, Nevermore?

Afternoon, my esteemed friends and allies! Tell me, most honorable compatriots, what do you do when you find yourself on the precipice of something greater? Do you look upon yourself or do you look out across the great expanse that lies in front of you? Please enjoy the first of two poems I will be serving up today, written in the interest of finding one’s self.

Love and War

fair’s fair in love and war

but why must love and war be one?

when love is one and war is won

all in all it should be done

it is written, it is written

something, something, oh so smitten

having but a single mitten

not even sure, if we fit in

pitters and patters

on the rooftops 

it’s shaping up

it’s all in tatters

going to the corner store

buying with your dollars four

a beverage which you’d like to pour

down your throat

to forget

always, always, always remember 

the way it was, in december

all is lost in love and war

won is lost and one is more