As I lay incapacitated,
Upon this grassy knoll,
My shoulder and lung run through,
By barb of crossbow bolt,
I spy my Lady-General,
A maiden of war,
This carnage is her dance,
Dashing from dance partner after dance partner,
Bestowing upon them crimson terminal flourishes,
Spewing ribbons and pyrotechnics to applause of screams,
This theatre,
Spanning over ruined meadows,
With fire and arrows overhead,
A charnel drama,
Host to my Ladys baneful ballet,
Chinks in mail,
Gaps in plate,
All find spots for her blades,
She leads the way,
Bringing the wardance to the enemy,
Morosely she kneels at my side,
“We are War”,
“But your dance is over”,
Wistfully pecking me farewell,
I fade into the abyss.
Amazing! The poem played like a scene from a movie in my mind. Loved this poem ❤
Thank you very kindly my friend 😊
The Oldschool Harlequin
Waow !!
Do you also paint ?
Actually, no. I just draw and colour with felt tips. ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin
Great ! I thought that picture is a creation of yours too 😊
It certainly is. ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin
How nice. A poem about me. XD
Haha! Is that so?
The Oldschool Harlequin
Definitely XD
We require proof!
The Oldschool Harlequin
Isn’t the stuff I put out there and myself proof enough? XD
Honestly, I DO want to walk around and attack and kill random stupid peope, but ya know, then I’d have to spend the rest of this fucking existence that I don’t want anyway in jail, so… yeah. For now, I shall not do that. XD Except I could become a professional serial killer that no one can catch, but that would also be a rather stressful life, no? XD
Stressful is an understatement I fear. 😳
The Oldschool Harlequin
Right. Let’s call it THRILLING XD
Agreed!
The Oldschool Harlequin
This is so classic
Thank you very kindly my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin