ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Disfigured faces of my peers,
Their blood will rain like angel's tears.
With a heart heavy as bricks of lead,
I led them to their eternal beds.
This is war we have at hand,
But our blood will never leave the sand,
For the war we fight shall not be won,
By any side, or any gun.
Still we fight, but not for pride,
We die in battle, or we die alive.
Hold up your head as it's cut off,
Or what you bleed will be lost in mud.
Their blood will rain like angel's tears.
With a heart heavy as bricks of lead,
I led them to their eternal beds.
This is war we have at hand,
But our blood will never leave the sand,
For the war we fight shall not be won,
By any side, or any gun.
Still we fight, but not for pride,
We die in battle, or we die alive.
Hold up your head as it's cut off,
Or what you bleed will be lost in mud.
Literature
Fallen
When I was little, I held my hands up
and there was always a bigger pair
there to pick me up, raise me up
Dark and cold both accumulate near the ground
but I had found
a path to heaven, now forgotten
as the earth turns 'round;
So overcome by confusion, how...?
I can't cast my demons out
one devil still pulls me down
off the earth and off my gentle cloud
I lay upon the ground,
bloodied, broken, beaten down
and lament my fate, silenced now
He recalls his immoralities as if
they were someone else's little slips
and though his words have scarred me
much deeper than any knife or whip
he parades through town, a man, a god
going on about life as
Literature
Suis-moi
suis-moi en bas
en bas
en bas
permettre aux chaînes de rentrer dans ta peau
suis-moi dans l'obscurité
l'obscurité
l'obscurité
donne-moi ta main
suis-moi à travers les plantes grimpantes
les plantes grimpantes
les plantes grimpantes
les plantes grimpantes sont le sumac grimpant
boire mon poison,
mourir avec moi
suis-moi
suis-moi
suis-moi en bas
Literature
On The Threshold of Creation
Daughter of Hecate,
I was born upon the threshold
of one year and the next:
a tiny earthen creature,
awash in a sea of stars.
Too late did I remember
Capricorn is the goat with
the tail of a fish,
and perhaps my legs were never meant
to tread upon the earth.
I've heard tell
that Saturn is the harshest master,
and will never be satisfied
by words alone.
In the beginning I was sure-footed
as the goat who glitters in stars above me,
ideas sprung full-grown from my head,
as Athena born from Zeus
Too late do I recall
that prophecy foretold,
Zeus' own creation
would surpass even him.
I'm still trying to puzzle out
whether my own creation
will
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
I don't know about the title ether. I couldn't fined any way to have the last line say what I wanted it to. This poem just came to me, I don't know what from.
© 2012 - 2024 Dragon-Demygod
Comments0
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In